Following the mystics through the narrow gate
This is a composite of several of my photos- the butterfly and tunnel from Sayil in Yucatan and the waterfall from Goldstream Park as well as sky shots of Orion, and the symbol of the ankh as an ongoing love affair with Egypt and eternity.
A villa in Herculaneum (near Pompeii) I once visited (with a magical hummingbird globe), and more love of ancient history, this time of Rome and Greece
The Open Door
I like to step outside the door of morning
to where the sun wraps me up in summer gold
and lets me trace the pattern of flowers -
as a beloved's face beneath my eager fingers,
I hear the tiny tick of hummingbird time caught in mosaic flight,
And feel my tongue tingle with bee-churned honey on fresh baked bread like a sweet kiss.
At night the moon waits at the keyhole to cloak me in a silver veil
At night the moon waits at the keyhole to cloak me in a silver veil
and lead me to the star tossed sea,
then with a skyclad rising,
the mist brings soft quiet to the senses before the orchestra of dawn
the mist brings soft quiet to the senses before the orchestra of dawn
Star tossed sea |
They finally found Jack tucked away at the edge of the frozen crystal forest |
....I have a portal I pass through
Where I see and taste and touch the wind
Where I see and taste and touch the wind
and watch the trees dancing in the grove as they converse
in roaring whispers
where I can open the postern gate in winter
in roaring whispers
where I can open the postern gate in winter
and skate through like Jack Frost glass
to see the snow fall softly on our little country road
where dreams and unicorns lie hidden behind the hedgerows
where dreams and unicorns lie hidden behind the hedgerows
Roaring whispers
.....And butterflies dream of eternity - CM
and from my celtic roots
Some paths I found to Tir-na-nog
Scenes in the Grove and Garden
Fairy in the grove |
Peapuff |
Put your cares aside and suspend belief and take a walk through my back door
the picnic fairy invites you to the woodland path |