On The Path

I walk sunwise
around standing stone,
well and sacred tree.
I walk sunwise
around mountain, lake
and wood.
I walk sunwise
on the path of the spiral
on the path of vision
on the path of truth.

~ Dennis King

The simple way

Accept Her.
That is all She requires.

Tokens of homage, sacrifices, vows,
She knows, herself a mistress of disguise,
may merely be evasions, even snares,

but true acceptance
needs no outward signs,
has no expression
other than the way 
you trust her equally
in love and rage,


plucking Her bloodied fingerprints
like flowers.

~ Robin Skelton

Feeling Like Ulysses

The wheel turns, my life changes, and, as of late, I've been singing this song...


John Francis Dooley,
wipe the sleep from your eyes
and embrace the light
you have slept now for a thousand years
beneath starless nights
and now it's time for you to renounce the old ways
and to see a new dawn rise


In former days, the masks were raised
when the god came down from off the mountain
and a sacrifice was made
for they knew that the day of wrath was fast approaching
just like yesterday, before the war
John Francis Dooley,
the scapegoat has run
all our sins are disowned


and now it's time for you to take off your mask
and cross the Rubicon
if you and I were one within the eyes of our designs
it would still not change the fact of our leaving
for tonight we must leave with the first gentle breeze
for the Isles of Ken we are assailing


Just like Ulysses
on the open sea
on an odyssey of self-discovery...