The Hermit

[fionay]

Away
to where the wild wind howls.
Into the safety of a cave.
The womb,
where I will feast upon the soul of the land,
nurtured and tempered.
Awash with bliss.
At dawn
sunlight quickens another day.
Spills into the womb with golden light.
Outside rushes the Boyne, with vigorous desire, towards the ocean.
Beyond, five salmon leap from the depths of the stillest pool.
I, hidden amongst hazel-boughs, dream the moment;
when I will jump to catch one,
clinging to the tail.
Rising to meet the sun-child's face.

Here is wild.
Here is sanctity.
Here I am
known only as part of the great force surging.
Hearing earth's heartbeat.
My own heart playing tune to that great rhythm.
For we are one here;
Far from the rush
from the cares of life.
Inspiration and I
and nature's mystery
joined in the darkness of the cave,
united in the thrust of the river
finding in the stillness of Segias,
awareness of the sacred

[Cerys]

Thanks for sharing this Fionay. I love the alternation between vibrant energetic movement and the still security of the cave.

[fionay]

Thank-you. I appreciate your response