“In twilight, in the soul’s own realm,
storm of the world roaring on roundabout,
in her stone-wrought church
safe I abide
with Morrigan the Great;
the dreaming fire inside
***
When thrice lightning strikes
this ancient queen appears
speaking plain, no device
the cyclic prose of years
***
She is Ernmas, as she is Danu:
sun king’s twin, born of wakeful dark.
river, ocean, logos,
death and mother of the gods.
Listen child, though she seem fearsome;
what she speaks is
truth that never harms.”
1
‘Nothing has changed
Nothing forever lost,
Un-arisen
Unceasing
Ceaseless flow
2
‘so, come now with me,
aloft on the winds of night,
To the house of birth,
Beloved one,
we’ll go.
3
The hours of thy pain,
as a whirlwind in summer grass
they will vanish off,
and living breath
return.
4
There are new fruits and silver vessels waiting
No absence of bright mirth
No weariness abiding
There shall your old eyes be reopened.
5
Come with me,
Your pale heart now be lifted up,
To the world of youth,
O beloved one,
We’ll go.
6
All that you can imagine is there waiting
Palaces of flowers,
Fragrant wooded bowers
Jewels stream from the boughs in sparkling splendour
7
The voice of the wind
hymns sighing on a perfumed breath
There, night and day follow on a single thought
8
Come now with me
On my wings towards the sacred sky
To emptiness that is fullness
Return
9
As the world wheel rolls on
To the hub housed in Heaven’s realm
O, beloved one,
Come with me
Return
10
Leave aside now aches enduring
Away with age and anguish
Come, beloved
To the world of youth
We’ll go.’
Pleroma derives from the classic Greek, suggesting a state of something completely filled, nothing more can be added, not a drop, nothing.
Pleroma was employed by the ancient Gnostics, those who embraced the love between the Savior and the Magdalene.
I once stood beneathe the clouds, and felt how this world was living differentiation, filling the open spaces, just like the Plemora, where all this fierce wonder came from.
Thanks for the poetry.