In the innermost place, where the swan
flies high over Everland, where love’s living waters run I find stories in the
air. Out of darkness the light shines. There, the tumbling threads of stories, alive
in the air where I live, all waiting to be woven into cryptic ‘kennings.’* They
are each one, ciphered portraits of universal truth; lines ready and waiting to
pour into the books and poems I am given to write. Tales of tingling things and
tastings in the tinglewoods; jewelled runnings with golden castings, trickling
through the fair fairways of the path of our return to God in utter surrender. All happy uncurlings of a liquid summer’s morning, warm, wholesome, full and
free! Thoughts twisting and turning in the dappled light, like the little silver-steel
pipes of a wind chime, dangling from the verandah roof, where I imagine I sit
and write, listening to their sweet tinkling, and dreaming on in my swinging chair in
the sounding breeze.
It really is, as if I catch transparent
wisps of writing, floating in the air. Faint prism-ed streamers, ribbons and
banners all passing by me as I begin to write. I have seen, and with
astonishing certainty, that they did not originate from me, but are given. It
is as though I live and move and have my being in the air; and that air where they
are, the place of all living words in the holy of holies!
Sometimes these semi-silken ribbons seem to
dance. It is like they are playing, and I am permitted to play, too. Joining in their swirling and running in that
unconscious delight that only little children know.
It is my one of my heart’s deepest yearnings that
these ragged writings of Amethyst Poetry find their place of understanding in
many loving hearts all over the world. That there might be people ‘out there,’
in countries everywhere who could understand these ragged writings and poems
is my hope and dream.
[* 'a kenning’ – n. the Icelandic word
for: a symbolic image in a short phrase; a metaphorical word puzzle; encoded writing. (Some Iceland examples: a "sea bull" is a ship; a "serpent of blood" is a sword; and "she-wolf of the gown" is a greedy woman.)]
These
are the titles of the next five
ragged writings:
Stories in the Air
Uncurlings
Jewelled Runnings
A Summer’s Morning
Tastings in the Tinglewoods
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