FAITH NOLTON
picture maker, story weaver, walker between the worlds . . .
These poems and images are from my book GARDENS OF THE SOUL
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SONG OF MASKS
What mask shall I wear -
Digging my staff into the soft earth
Planting the future?
What mask shall I wear -
Walking through the saplings
As they seek the sun?
What mask shall I wear -
Watching tall trees colonise the ground,
Spreading into the earth?
What mask shall I wear -
Climbing into the vast
Ethereal Tree of Souls?
What mask shall I wear -
Feeling the tug of the rainbow
Letting the stars reclaim me?
MOON SONG
Drunk am I
With the moon in my bones
Dancing my path
Of quicksilver blood
God am I
Goddess am I
Onto the hill it calls me
Into the sacred grove
It takes me
ALL IS SHIMMERING
There is a place
Beyond the beyond the beyond
Where form and time flow
In an endless river of light
Within the blood,
Beyond the stars,
Life is roaring
In silent splendour
We watch across time.
We dance with the
Heartbeat of our soul.
We listen to the chorus
Of the stars being.
HILLSIDE
A precious moment alone,
Away from the campsite clamour,
Hunkered down on the threshold of Changing Woman
In unfamiliar ground that my soul recognised
I let the flute play me
Threads of my being
Reached out to what they knew
Strands of soft sound wove me into the land
Where my heart could unfurl,
Where I belonged.
WHAT HAPPENS IN MOONLIGHT
What called me out
On my way to bed,
Into the mist-breath garden
Is a mystery.
The hunkered stones,
The drinking plants,
The hidden scurriers
Pause,
Bathe in the sound of your
Pouring down power.
In the warp of your song
We are all connected.
And dance stillness,
Woven,
In this moment.