It is said by some that at such times as these, ie the changing of the seasons, the veil between the seen and unseen, the world and the underworld, the human and the little people, becomes more transparent….a time of heightened energy. In recent months I have become very interested in the old irish ‘feel’ for life and the environment, a ‘feeling’ shared by many other ancient indigenous tribes around the world, manifesting principally in a deep connection and respect for the land and the sky. Learning about these past beliefs, customs and traditions reignites for me dormant energies within. I love the idea of heightened energies at the transition of things, the borders of things, even the threshold of a house…..standing there you’re neither in nor out….must try it for a while sometime. So today, the first day of May, as I mark the coming of summer, I like the idea of pausing for a while in this time of transition and bringing to mind spring, which only seems to have started in the last fortnight or so. So, being the omnipotent god that I am, I shall permit spring to stay with us a little longer, it’s only fair really…. I mean, come on…. and I’d like to share with you this poem I wrote at the spring equinox, a similar moment of heightened energy or at least that’s how it appeared to me. I would suggest you take a deep breath……take another one…..go on, take another while you’re at it….now, see how this poem ‘feels’ to you
ODE TO THE SPRING EQUINOX 2013
It’s 5 am and I lie awake,
bursting through this moment of such potent.
This conception of the perception of this…..and now……
in expectation of the creation of newness,
I know that this moment of awareness is all there is
And my body feels it all,
Is joyful with it all,
Is resisting it all,
Is bursting through it all.
Please be with my body in this pregnant moment of such potent,
Tipping the equatorial balance in favour of bliss.
Please be with my emotions in this pregnant moment of such potent,
Tipping the equatorial balance in favour of bliss.
Please be with my thoughts in this pregnant moment of such potent,
Tipping the equatorial balance in favour of bliss,
In favour of bliss.
I know there is more and more and more and endlessly more in the happiness of this.
This birthing hour gives life to it’s death over and over and over and endlessly over again and again and again.
The body’s bursting through itself into itself.
The body’s bursting out of itself into I know not.
My body’s just bursting and crying out, Help!
Oh Jesus, I am of man, I am of woman, I am.
Oh yes, oh fuck, I am of muck, of wind, of sun and sea, I am.
In the crack and crevise I trust my rod.
Into the underworld and the dark I erect my staff.
Immaculate conception of the perception of new life.
In my womb I am born again and again and endlessly again,
bursting through this moment of such potent
F I O N N T Á I N 