Saturday, July 18, 2020

INVOCATION by Robin Williamson

Brushwood 2016 by Theresa Guzman
Every morning when I rise with the sun to water my garden, I find myself  talking to all the people that live there.  The tall sunflowers, making seeds beloved by finches and sparrows.  The desert tortoise, Augustus, who has decided to live here.  My cats of course.  The green scarab beetles getting drunk on tree sap.  The bees, having a drink at the bird bath.  Somehow, as a child, the garden was full of people.  Now, as an old woman, I seem to have returned to that happy experience.  I try, in my very little eco-system, to create Good Relationship with all My Relations that honor me by living there. 

So much is possible by just shifting the way we see things, from an "it" to a "you" or even a "thou".  That makes it conversant, purposeful, a blessing or a lesson.  I think of a story by Ursula Leguin called "May's Lion" that speaks so eloquently to that, to the power of naming.  I will try to post about that story in my next post.

There was a time when humans thought of themselves as part of the Community of life - when they negotiated with the animals and the elementals, when they listened to the voices of the trees and the medicine plants, when they thanked the buffalo for their sacrifice, when they joined in the great Song of life, a part of the chorus.  We urgently must reclaim this en-chanted paradigm, and I feel Robin Williamson's beautiful poem so fully captures that vision.

I've posted this before..............



Found at the Chalice Well in Glastonbury, UK.




You that create the diversity of the forms:

Open to my words
You that divide it and multiply it


Hear my sounds

Ancient associates and fellow wanderers
You that move the heart in fur and scale


I join with you

You that sing bright and subtle
Making shapes 

that my throat cannot tell

You that harden the horn
And make quick the eye
You that run the fast fox 
and the zigzag fly

You sizeless makers of the mole
And of the whale:  
aid me and I will aid you


You that lift the blossom
and the green branch
You who make symmetries more true

Who dance in slower time
Who watch the patterns

You rough coated
Who eat water
Who stretch deep and high
With your green blood
My red blood 
let it be mingled

Aid me and I will aid you


Silbury Hill, Wiltshire, UK



I call upon you
You who are unconfined
Who have no shape
Who are not seen
But only in your action
I will call upon you

You who have no depth
But choose direction
Who bring what is willed
That you blow love

upon the summers of my loved ones
That you blow summers

 upon those loves of my love


Aid me and I will aid you

I make a pact with you

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You who are the liquid

Of the waters
And the spark of the flame:
I call upon you

You who make fertile the soft earth
And guard the growth of the growing things
I make peace with you

You who are the blueness of the blue sky
And the wrath of the storm
I take the cup with you

Earth shakers
And with you
the sharp and the hollow hills
I make reverence to you

Round wakefulness 

We call the Earth
I make wide eyes to you

You who are awake

Every created thing

both solid and sleepy
Or airy light,

I weave colors 'round you



You who will come with me

I will consider it Beauty
I will consider it

Beauty, beauty



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2 comments:

Unknown said...

Hey Lauren, I thought you might enjoy this:

What's the most inexplicable experience you've ever had, whether supernatural, paranormal, bizarre coincidence, mysterious intuition, prophetic dream, or unexpected lab result?

Lauren Raine said...

Thank you! A wonderful story - many people have had experiances similar after the death of a loved one, often with butterflies or doves as well. I had a "spirit" contact story as well in 2005: https://threadsofspiderwoman.blogspot.com/2015/06/angels-in-nebraska-revisited.html