Awen

 

Here's a  poem I  released  at picnic at Ffynnone Waterfall   near  Newchapel,  West  Wales,  which  is a said   to  be the gateway  to Annwfwn the  otherworld  in  Welsh mythology,

Awen

Past midsummer

We  are still reminded

Where are  blood comes from

The gift of life called Mother nature

The  hope we carry and  feel

With sense of renewal.

A kindred acknowledgement

A diligent delicate facility

Carrying us forwards

Our banquets filled 

With messages of love

And bouquets of kindness.

Yes we must continue 

To curse the madness

While hopefully tenaciously

Our unique heartbeats

Keep  following the endless sky

Stretching ever onwards.

Letting our individual magic

Release with purpose 

Energies that brighten

Becoming beams of  light

That keep following 

The rapturing streams 

Of freedom  and beauty.

Acknowledging firmly

There are always new beginnings

Life is a blessed journey

Beyond forces of  war

Lets all keep following

The sap of peace.

Under sacred canopy

Of wood and  trees

Beneath waterfalls

In  pools where  we bathe

The realm of  Annwfn

Secret space we escape to

Where  we keep faith.

Allow pages of our souls 

To  unravel gently

Feeling deeply for the future

All dark currents swept  behind

As  each new dawn  arises

Nights scented with  dream.

Find comfort abandon fear

Feel  the serene breathe of bliss

Allow our  appreciation to be spread

Smiling  happily and free

Dreamers and believers

Blessed be!