Friday, December 08, 2023

The wheel...

The wheel...

Sundog in the fog, I don't have time for a jog, I have to go via a wheel in the cog.

Since I broke my claw, I have to do it with one barely functional paw.

Just grinding in the wheels. 

AquarianM

By: Daniel A Stafford
Copyright 12-08-2023

Friday, December 01, 2023

The Adventures of Captain Yule...

The Adventures of Captain Yule...

He pilots by the North Star,
Maybe a little help from Google Maps,
Driving by Moonlight,
And taillights,
He wanders the three worlds,
Marveling ad the stars spiral around Polaris.

Bringing the spirit of good deeds,
He talks to ravens,
Dogs,
Cats,
People,
Door-holder with a smile,
Embracing thank-yous for any courtesy.

He doesn't take "sir" as a dignifier,
Preferring to walk an even level with everyone,
A simple and capable gentleman,
With a sense of soft and subtle magic about.

An eye-twinkle,
Easy grin,
A spirit of the season,
Traveling Summer's Winter home,
With a head full of snow memories.

Don't be surprised if he whispers to the wind,
That's another of his friends,
Many of whom are spirits.

A child of the old North,
Riding cheer around the Desert on a huge white steed named Behemoth,
He's tall like a tree,
And he loves those too.

Ho, ho, ho,
Captain Yule is back,
The last of the 12th-month heroes.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/30/2023

Wednesday, November 29, 2023

Pre-Hadean Yule...

Pre-Hadean Yule...

Last Christmas before we cross Styx,
The Ferryman is collecting Salvation Army coins,
Ringing a bell,
A bright brass bell .

After this Christmas,
Pluto will be in Aquarius until I'm eighty-two,
Better sing for this yule,
'Cause the water under the boat,
That's all chop on my reflection.

If I see angels on this ride,
I just might need some company,
And gallons of coffee and nog.

Last Christmas before we cross Styx,
The Ferryman is collecting Salvation Army coins,
Ringing a bell,
A bright brass bell .

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/28/2023


Wednesday, November 22, 2023

Grateful For The Birds...

Grateful For The Birds...

A taste for wilderness,
Air that leaves you softly sleeping,
A walk with family,
Soft tawny cool and misty,
A pumpkin pie dream,
Strolling along cranberry rocks in a coffee creek,
Gobbled and gone before you know it,
Sweet while here,
The best holiday,
Feast and friends,
Thank-you whispers,
Straight from an Autumn soul.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/22/2023

Saturday, November 11, 2023

What I see in a Christmas (Yule) tree:

What I see in a Christmas (Yule) tree:

Star at top of tree: Polaris, the "North Star"

Tree: Yggdrasil, the "world tree" that represents the three worlds of shamanism, lower (roots), middle (spiritual analog to Earth), and upper (where archetypal and other "advanced" spirits live)

Garland on the tree: the path around and through the three worlds

Lights, ornaments, etc on the tree: the "spirits" living in the three worlds. In shamanistic tradition, everything is alive and has a spirit. Also all the stars in the heavens circling the pole star.

Presents at the foot of the tree: gifts from our ancestors, including spiritual wisdom, physical traits, and their time with us. Our ancestors' spirits reside in the underworld/lower world.

Northern tradition / Norse shamanic meditation guide for the Winter months when we turn inward.

AquarianM - Dan Stafford

Autumn's Palette...

Autumn's Palette...

Soft charcoal and wind,
Atop a fire-limned ocean,
Swirling bird clouds dancing,
Spider webs and bursting milkweed,
Cattail seeds tufting on the wind,
The world is damp and at the fringes of life,
Ghosts haunt the fields and hollows,
Bygone Summer days withering away.

Everything dies in color,
Except only the sky,
Awash in endless varietals of grey,
Another year dancing to Autumn's Palette.

AquarianM

By Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11//11/2023


Sunday, November 05, 2023

The Alternity Glamour...

The Alternity Glamour...

Forged in the fires of the Elden Flame,
A cold shroud of logic cloaks the gate,
Hides with the mist of glamour the underlay,
The magical nature of this reality.

We sport Vulcan ears to chase the clues,
All the better to hear quantumn whispers of long ago Wizards,
For it is we who reside in Oz,
As it resides in our hearts.

All we learn,
All we do,
Just to escape the cold sleep of poppy-field logic,
We who awake would cry the names of stars to set them alight.

Crystals are memory's frozen tears,
And everything below the surface glows,
The illusion is constructed of light and will,
To this we are bound by our own covenant,
Dreaming poppy-eyed dreams of the Alternity Glamour,
Waiting to awaken.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/05/2023

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

The Gift Of Elden Romance ...

The Gift Of Elden Romance ...

The easiest place to find magic,
At first blush it must be,
The eyes of a child in amazement,
A playground filled with novelty and make-believe.

We all roam those places in our hearts,
The watercolors of young memories,
Aglow with the magic we can no longer touch.

The faces and voices of those gone on rendered as late-evening cameo,
Misty,
Wisty,
Haven inside.

The thunder of clocks and cash eats our lives all grown,
The places we once knew barren as twig sticks and Winter trees,
For the leaves that fell after Autumn were the magic of them,
They are the real-life skeletons of bygone days,
The bones of the treasures inside us.

Yet I wonder,
When Autumn turns to early Winter in our own weave,
The strings of clocks and gold stretched and frayed,
Might we catch again whispers of magic,
These stories of elden romance we hold,
In the old sense,
The true sense,
Maybe waiting for us to paint-fill a willing open eye,
Or softly pen it to poetry,
If only an ear will hear,
The gift of elden romance.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/30/2023