Ireland, Teltdown Mounds 2010

Always Being Born

For Wendy with love

When my body’s tired
And my soul seems sore
And it feels like I
Can dance no more
And there’s many rugged miles
Just to reach your door
I look within
I look within
And I shed my skin
I shed my skin

I see Venus on the horizon
I sing my soul to ground
Draw down the sparkling starlight
To light me all around
I clothe myself in moonlight
I draw warmth from the dawn
Like the ever-expanding universe
I delight in my new form
Cause Like the ever-expanding universe
I am always being born

© AM (Xander) Hunter September 2022

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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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