The Rising Of The Moon

 THE RISING OF THE MOON·

It has been a while

since the rising of the moon,

a moon that shines on the bogs and valleys,

and the sands of the deserts that burnt in the day.

It is luminosity,

a sheer delight

The light has conquered the dense body of the tree,

The light finds its way into everything dense

as does water

breaking through the surfaces of rocks.

The moonlight comes in waves, in tides,

and swirls around the earth.

Nothing is left untouched.

The moon on certain nights

is determined to conquer the sky and the earth,

the sea, the sands and the rivers,

and bind them all in a harvest sheaf

using every strain of magic in its band.

On one such night he came with a torch,

and flashed a shaft of the light

on the tree trunks and the roots

scanning the surfaces and delving deep

into the roots.

In one hand the torch,

a magic wand in the other,

he was stunned to find a different world.

A distant tower beyond the lake

had cast its shadow

and the ripples smiled in peace.

A butterfly, like the breath of the forest,

trembled and took off on the ephemeral pair of wings.

Sushama Karnik

Aug. 24, 2019

Thanks for the painting:

Tighe O'Donoghue Ross

Don the era on your body: The Mystic Visions Of Tighe O' Donoghue Ross

 Don the era on your body.

The spirit lives and revisits the mountains

where the cauldrons sleep.

The mountains sleep and come back to life

from the dormant state and speak again.

What lies in the hearts of the bottomless pits,

the aeons who know have fallen into silence;

They who know, do not speak.

The spirit returns with a torch in hand

and a solitary reindeer watches in wonder,

standing atop a solitary hill.

Has the cauldron begun to kindle the embers into a flame,

or will that happen soon

or after aeons will have elapsed hence?

Time changes the parameters of history,

but will it bring the story back again?

Parameters change,but the bare essentials stay the same.

This was the place where the witches once gathered

and danced around the cauldrons live,

beating to the rhythm of the script of Time,

saying, "When shall we three meet again,

the past, the present and the future,

the three mystic daughters of Time,

in thunder, light and rain?"

These words were inspired by the mystic visions painted by

Tighe O'Donoghue Ross

9Sem Xtz, Tighe O'Donoghue Ross and 7 others

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Murat Murat

1 year ago

Hello Dear Sushama, I was very curious about you.  I hope you're good and healthy.

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Sushama Karnik

1 year ago

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Telepathy! I was thinking of you. Miss your classic posts. Start posting again even if they are from the old stock. I am fine! How are you? Hope you are well. My best wishes to you in advance for 2020. @Murat Murat

Murat Murat

1 year ago

Glad Sushama is both too.  to be healthy and good.  Happy New Year.