Stone near Boscastle 2010

A dance on names

Strange
How your name
Has always tripped
My tongue;
Beginning alright
But faltering
Blurring
Fudging the end.
And then
Without warning
Accidentally
I see;
It all makes sense
And your name
Once fragmented
Is whole;
And in that wholeness
Is revealed
More mystery
Than before, when it
Lay
Splintered.
Your name
You were hesitant
To reveal
As my learning it
Was not to be taken
Lightly.
My name
I gave freely
Not understanding
That it was not the name
You sought.
I did not
Understand
As I do now
How important
Name
Can be;
The power in
The sound
The depths they
Enable
You to reach.
In learning yours
I discovered
Something new
Something wonderful
About my own.
As I learn yours
I want you to learn mine.
In the blending
Of our names
We share a
Merging
Of our souls
Of our hearts;
I no longer need
To reach
For you are here
Part of me
One
Infinite
Resplendent
Sound.

© A M Hunter 2014

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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