I whispered it

you never knew my real name

not my true name

but not because I never told you

I gave you hints

I whispered it when 

we fell silent

I asked to be seen by

looking away, pointing at the

clouds

I asked to be heard

by chanting the words

reciting the stories and dreams

until you looked away

not ready to know, not willing

to participate 

in a reality too nuanced

too distant 

from your piece of earth

too full of floods and fertile soil

and breaking curses

I asked to be known

but without that reflection

I sank back into the waves

and let go

what is it that remains

🌿🌿🌿🍃🍃🌙🌀

tell me a story

with your fingers tracing words 

and secret meanings

down my spine with 

a cautious design

tell me a story 

taking your time

punctuating a silence

with a deep breath

and a reminder that 

this is all illusion anyway

and little more than 

all our experiences combined

could ever shift this

into a whole new dream

or illusion

as it were

false prophets and charlatans are 

everywhere

calling for that which they cannot

command

Blink, and their lives are over

What remains

is time and space

for truth to arise. 

Brigid poem

 Holy well 

sacred flame

hold us close

release our pain

Fires burning within

that cleanse and transform

letting the angst and anger

fall away from us

free from the shackles of our past

free from self- limiting beliefs

May we soak in waters

of the sacred well

cleansing us free

from past challenges or harsh memories

May we wash our souls 

chanting praises

singing verses

until we find the moment

we become still

within which we get our fill

of the powerful flame

of the blessed waters

blessing the hearth

filling our spaces

knowing a deep healing that erases

any complications in the way

of our walk on Brigid's path

lights bursting from stone

darkness in which we are never alone.