An exploration of seership in poetry, songs, chants and reflections
Crushing Sad
The intense and crushing sad Washes over what was bad The intense and crushing sad Washes over what was bad And the knife’s edge that I walk Competes with the daggers that I stalk In my mind they’re dueling now I hope that I can win somehow.
Yet it cut me to my bone This never-ending high-pitched tone Yet it cuts me to my bone This never-ending high-pitched tone Whose screeching bleeds my ears Unleashing all my fears I’ve ever held or ever known I feel so very far from home.
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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