V. 2. / 165.) When I Saw The Fluttering Dove

When I saw the fluttering dove

I thought that I should see heaven open

But not with my first eyes could I see

But with my second: then in the instant!

When I saw the olive tree split asunder

I thought that I should see the rent in me

But not with my first eyes could I see

But with my second: then in the instant!

It wasn’t the land which I could see

That bore any resemblance to the land

Which I cannot see but know is there:

The natural thing gave little indication

Of its invisible or spiritual ‘equivalent:’

Only in seeing the second time will I

Understand It: dead stones have no eyes

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Vol. 2. / 162.) Over The Sea To The Sky

Over the sea to the sky . . .

Over the known to the unknown

Across the waste place to the garden

Across a death of me to his Life

Finding and losing and losing to find

Unseeing believing and believing to see

All filled the place that emptiness finds

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A Ring of Love: an Extract from an Epic Poem

     The poem, A Ring of Love, is an extract from a much larger work, IN THE PATHS OF MYRDDIN WYLLT . . . a 9,400 word epic poem concerning the sixth century legendary Welsh bard and poet, Myrddin Wyllt; a forerunner of the famous Merlin of the medieval legends of King Arthur. More on this later! But the unpublished manuscript of this epic poem is available to those who would like to read it. (Contact author and request via email: 

 arielaevans@gmail.com ) 

      To reach out, to give beautiful words new every day from the inner wells, was my longing...words through an inner fullness speaking light. The outflow of living waters from the midst of me was unending; and I longed to share from out of the treasures of my experience the living truth which fires the creativity in my life. There was just so much to share. So much to tell of the beginnings of Amethyst Poetry. But before I could begin to unravel further the saga of my writing life, the following came, written today . . . 

Veiled Realms of Swiftlight 

Out of the things which were first, the greater part of purple palaces

Inner castles graced with ivory towers and the amaranth within

The amethyst flowerets mystic pale with milky light 

All fused with royal red and blue

Casting from the windows of my sight

The firstling things I have within

To speak instead in silent gems of the veiled realms of swiftlight

Of the breaking parts of faith that slowly fill with love and unravel here

Out of the things which were second, the amaranthine tumbling spires

From which my inner-writing banners flew

Out from my highest tower, my hooded tercel tossed skyward

Flung from a soft gloved hand

Set free to gather its beloved prey, and return to me the longed for news 

That, from afar they would hear and in that oneness promised

Draw near and I would know that from today 
I was not alone