I will be offline this weekend as I immerse myself in the Elemental magic of the Crossroads with RJ Stewart and Anastacia Nutt. So I leave you with this.
Remember: Poetry is the oldest form of human magic and is best appreciated when spoken (and heard) aloud.
DREAMS WITHIN DREAMS
by Fiona MacLeod (William Sharp)
I have gone out and seen the lands of Faery,
And have found sorrow and peace and beauty there,
And have not known one from the other, but found each
Lovely and gracious alike, delicate and fair.
“They are children of one mother, she that is called Longing,
Desire, Love,” one told me: and another, “Her secret name
Is Wisdom”: and another, “They are not three but one”:
And another, “Touch them not, seek them not, they are wind and flame.”
I have come back from the hidden, silent land of Faery
And have forgotten the music of its ancient streams:
And now flame and wind and the long, grey, wandering wave
And beauty and peace and sorrow are dreams within dreams.