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There is a Circle
That ever turns
Bright and sharp
A shining silver wheel.

Light glitters along the path
Death, the new door to life… 53 more words


My Polytheism

My polytheism is Arianrhod, stars seen through pine trees on a winter night, sunlight shimmering on the surface of water, reflected upon overhanging branches. Grey-blue storm clouds blown over grassy plains towards dark hills, the scent of chamomile after lightning, the drowning of kingdoms and the ecstasy in shadow. 716 more words

Gods And Mortals

Marys of the Sea

O Marìa, bela Marìa pijèrmi mi…

I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and I’m not here.

Everything’s gone sepia, the music from the speakers no longer digital but analogue. 1,357 more words



Arianrhod weave for me a dream, upon your silver wheel where threads intertwine with the hearts of all folk. Where lives are born from the ether of beyond. 256 more words