Sakin’el-2 Tegsh’n All

So you would come hither to Sakin’el,
my ever child with wondrous yearning eyes,
and seek the myst’ry of M’lady Tegsh –
aye, do as you must – prepare.

The breath of Shea sighs
through the reeds of time
to evernow in spirit call
— found in thee as Tegsh’n all.

First look in the corners of laughing halls,
my doubting friend whose quest for peace relies
on finding a balance ‘tween self and divine –
Nay, you will never find her there.

Try the Heart of Henge or Gift of Stir,
my dreaming youth whose confused fantasies
do not prepare for the whisp’ring Silent Breeze –
but please keep them evermore.

The breath of Shea sighs
through the reeds of time
to evernow in spirit call
— found in thee as Tegsh’n all.

Sit with closed eyes on the Parapet porch,
my weary crone and elder whose age belies
the wisdom of thorns and often silly joy –
the Gwendydd harp will guide – implore.

Listen to the Aeolian Harp within and near,
my gifted companion with memories
of Currents and Sparks of Everbe –
that caress the evening star.

The breath of Shea sighs
through the reeds of time
to evernow in spirit call
— found in thee as Tegsh’n all.

Sought she will ignore your prayer and plea,
my shadow reflection of eternities
to which we are but Bearers of Light –
that answer now – whatever for?

Just heed the vibrant song of innocence,
my oh my, that She sings here and plays
with any who endeavor to understand –
that by living we love restore.

The breath of Shea sighs
through the reeds of time
to evernow in spirit call
— found in thee as Tegsh’n all.

Let your spirit breathe out in faith and being,
my hope and heart and hand to simply please
each brother who attends here with me –
as I sing beside Her open door.

Sakin’el-1 Manor Morning

MANOR MORNING

The sun marches down the crippled oak and sets the silent font afire,
as the glowing glade echos the cheer of friends called to Epona’s watch.
A silent breeze carries forth the ivy whisper and the flower’s prayer,
into the mists of yesterday that disperse this new day’s perfume.

Diamond dew drops do distill and join the twinkling of the pool,
and birth strong song of hidden bird and glint of fluttered fairy wings.
The sighs you hear are but Tegsh at blessed rest from ancient tears,
and the waiting patience of Haven’s halls and embracing heart of Henge.

Revealed in the gentle light are mem’ried footsteps of sunset prayer
that yesterday’s joining will gift today with rebirth songs of joy.
The dawn is a message gentle of the glory of thee and all,
bound in companioned trust and simple faith that I can share today.

Sakin’el is alive, my child, as surely as my passion sings
of laughing stones and whispering flames and watching falcon eyes.
As you place a pebble in the fountain of hand cycled mirth
you herald the promise of morning and fuel the currents of time.

Arise and dance, little one, to the lilting tune of Everbe;
skip o’er the roots of shadow fears and extend a hand to me.
The rhythm has started with the golden pulse of Earth and stars
and awaits the voices of innocence to proclaim the rising sun.