Green Book Of Meditations Volume 6 The Books of Songs - Student ...

By Corwin, c. 2002
Spent
Another CD
Another thing
Another, another, and another
Why must I buy
It sounds
It tastes
It feels and looks
So good
So why has my life—my energy—
Gone? following those
Measly little bills?
I am drained
I feel sick.
You can buy happiness,
But like rich food
If you take too much
It is vomit, diarrhea;
Disgust.
I enjoy not spending,
I enjoy frugality,
Taking little, and only cheaply.
This lettuce and celery joy
Gave way to that of mousse and steak.
I feel ill; I mustn’t eat.
Later I shall eat slowly,
Rich or poor,
And avoid this sickness worse than hunger.
By Corwin, c. 2002
Transcendence
I feel her
I feel through her
I can feel the back of her neck
Yet I face her front,
And feel that too.
I?
We feel.
Where does I end and she begin?
I am not sure.
I am not I
I stretch beyond my form
And these beautiful, loving bodies
Fall to pieces
Of universe.
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Odd Selection of
Current Works
These are just a few more published poems submitted to the most
recent Druid Missal-Any magazines before the Bardic Contest
was begun.
One
From Shane.Saylor@verizon.net, Sept. 2001
As the soot and dirt and ash rained down,
We became one color.
As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building,
We became one class.
As we lit candles of waiting and hope,
We became one generation.
As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the
inferno,
We became one gender.
As we fell to our knees in prayer for strength,
We became one faith.
As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement,
We spoke one language.
As we gave our blood in lines a mile long,
We became one body.
As we mourned together the great loss,
We became one family.
As we cried tears of grief and loss,
We became one soul.
As we retell with pride of the sacrifice of heroes,
We become one people.
We are
One color
One class
One generation
One gender
One faith
One language
One body
One family
One soul
One people
- author unknown
Taught to Mike by Sam Adams
The Wood Song
You don’t have to live in a forest to have a Yule log, just a saw, a
car, and a nearby park with some dead or fallen wood. But what
kind of wood do you want. Here’s a song that’s been around
awhile and should help you:
Source: http://www.earthspirit.com/twnls.html
Recorded on: "This Winter's Night," Mothertongue, 1998
(earthspirit@earthspirit.com, EarthSpirit Community, P.O. Box
723-N, Williamsburg, MA 01096)
Oaken logs will warm you well, That are old and dry;
Logs of pine will sweetly smell, But the sparks will fly.
Birch logs will bum too fast; Chestnut, scarce at all.
Hawthorn logs are good to last, Burn them in the fall.