Beneath the moon of fair Samhain
there dances wild the Faerie Queen.
In rings conjured on sweet Beltane
they dance sacred, dance profane.
And magic lights around the knoll
swirl, and dip, and thrill the soul:
and banshee music wild and sweet
gives rhythm to small dancing feet.
Shades of the children of Danu wail
as they hover here, beyond the Pale.
I left them there, ‘neath ancient star,
travelling home from Paddy Murphy’s Bar.
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
