Authentic Explorations
Where does she hide?
Scottish witch goddess
Of all who have died,
Arise to reveal the truth.
We prepare for COP26.
We know who has lied.
We defy them.
We deify no-one.
Sham democracies have been
Hurled into our minds
By abusive journalists,
Increasing powerlessness
For the ordinary public
Whilst doing nothing to shame
The shameless.
We want to hold
The powerful to account.
They can barely count.
We want to make
The powerful pay the price.
They may then think twice.
Through this grimoire
We share our indignation
And declare our conclusions.
Who will care enough
To join our authentic
Explorations?
Ride through the wind.
Ride through the snow.
Ride through tomorrow.
Hold onto your seat.
The results of elections
And other deceptions
Pass the time
But never resolve
Confusions.
Explore authentically
If you have the
Necessary sensitivity.
Nicneven is still asleep.
When will she awaken?
The prognosis is bleak.
Are you feeling forsaken?
Ride through the heat.
Ride through the waves.
Never admit defeat.
Who has thrown us
Into the world
To sit on thrones
Of despair?
Real healers act through love,
Nurturing knowledge of nature,
While charlatans of wellness
Guess for money.
Who is in the garden?
Answer the question, please.
It is important.
Apples and hazelnuts.
What is the season?
Parsley and peppermint.
What is the reason?
The garden grows.
Make friends with the flowers.
Appreciate the trees.
Nature is never alone,
Even at night.
Take care of the garden.
Nurture its delight.
Each harvest is a loan.
How have you already
Made the repayments?
Remembrances fade
From the minds of the living
As memories of mortality
Prefer to dance to life, not death.
How does your memory dance,
And where?
The highwaymen
Run governments.
The highwaywomen
Do too.
What do you do?
All corridors are
All roads are
All doors are
Open or closed,
You assume.
A real witch never
Flies on a broom.
All human homes are
Built from the womb.
Be aware of your possible origins.
Be aware of your possible ending.
Beware of the greedy.
Stay away from the
All fear requires
An enemy.
All love derives
From a friend.
The moonlight
Calls the night hag.
The sunlight
Implores at noon:
Explore the truth.
Please, explore the truth.
You must explore the truth.
Understand and deliver
A suitable future.
Be aware of the cottage.
It is home to
A beautiful future.
What is your approach to
Interpretation?
What do you know
About the destination?
What do you know now?
And how do you know it?
Which side are you on
In the war between
Cuteness is ephemeral.
True love is eternal.
Conscripts for
Future armies
And current
Ideologies.
Revolutionary spirits already arise,
From below and from the skies.
Like heroes or a strange disease,
Shining lights on industries.
We are on trial.
We are the innocent
In a world of
Climate change denial.
Condemn the arrogant.
Practice frugality.
Learn appropriately.
Live intelligently.
The chance to live
Is the chance to make
Authentic explorations.
But what does that take?
And what will you give,
And to whom?
A real witch is gentle though
Never overly sentimental.
A real witch knows
The kitsch is often wasteful.
A real witch is quite
Frugal and reliable.
Cultures of sleaze pass
From father to son,
And student to student,
And teacher to pupil,
And business to business,
And comrade to comrade,
Insatiable as satyrs.
Light and dark are equal.
The same applies to people.
Seasoning.
Salinity.
Salt of the earth.
Desalination.
Drought.
Insanity.
Turn to your knowledge,
If you can sift it
In keeping with
The seasons.
Turned to ashes.
Doors to the future
Locked.
Knowledge of the
Lost like Paradise.Now is the equinox.
Where is the paradox?
How and where do you want to live?
How much are you willing to give,
And to whom?
Who is meant to help
The homeless?
Who has the resources?
Who would rather
Spend the money
On military forces?
Charity is a cliché
In a world of self-indulgence.
Giving is merely a click.
It baits the caring
While glaring injustices
Remain.
If you can find it.
Where is your creativity
Where does your generosity
Reside?
Kings in cathedral tomb
And peasants turned to dust.
In death, all are equal.
Even on Halloween.
Turn to allegories of night.
Sleep your way to disaster.
Happy narratives end
With a promise.
The public wants hope
Imaginatively, but not
In reality.
Singing a lullaby
Is an act of deception.
The fairy tale delights with
Life happily ever after
Though never relates
The real outcome.
All is mythology
And tragedy.
Remember Dionysus,
Also known as Bacchus.
Remember Semele.
Remember the Ghost of the Flea.
Remember Cupid and Psyche.
What do you offer
The children of 2056?
Perhaps you play tricks.
Express yourself
With sensitivity and
Creativity,
If you have the ability.
Message to recipient:
The arrogant will
Always feed off you,
Unless you bite back
Observe the equinox.
Reject hubris.
Express true kindness.
Where are the visionary heads
Of governments?
Who will clean out the dregs
Of arrogance?
Is that not the purpose of
Elections?
All harvesting ends.
Sow and sew for
A new season.
Make wisdom
What do you know of culture?
Explore, explore, explore.
What do you know of nature?
Learn more and more and more.
Arise with Eos for
The ages ahead.
From quarter days
To quaternary moments,
Provide a proper
Propitiation on the equinox.
Want to heal economies
For greedy beneficiaries,
To bring insanity on Samhain.
Clans of selfish ambition
Will gather in Glasgow
To promise the impossible
And do nothing substantial
To heal the Earth.
How do you prepare for a sunrise?
How do you prepare for a moonrise?
How do you interpret art?
How do you interpret scientific findings?
Perhaps you have a romantic approach
To answering questions.
But how authentic are
Your explorations?
Taking a traditional tale
As a guide to the future
Will always fail.
Learn new knowledge well.
Be rational.
In the cottage garden
Psyche sings.
How may she
Try to clip
Cupid's wings?
Respond to experience?
What does your spirit
Do with new knowledge?
The alchemist and apothecary
Are rarely honest or suitably wary.
They have already made up
Their minds on what is
Real and true and profitable.
That is why they are scary.
With involve nothing sublime.
We are all Waldensians to
The powers that be.
They will not give us
The time.
Sit by or in the lake or loch
While the forest burns.Is there a viable Walden
For everyone in the current world?
Real witches practice
Authentic explorations
And perform informed
Sea levels rise
Like the moon and sun
Yet they will not
Set or settle.
Storms, tides and pleas.
Is kindness a disease?
Where is competence?
How do you ascertain
Relevance?
What are you seeking
Through this grimoire?
Is it an understanding
Of powerful grammar or
Possibly even subtle glamour?
Still rule the world.
As is usually the case
When accountability
Remains an illusion
Or is absent entirely.
Learn from history.
Try to be quick.
Learn from logic.
Be cautious of rhetoric.
Sprezzatura of a
Renaissance courtier.
Perhaps you express
The obviousness
Of camp excess.
Perhaps you mistake
The trivium for trivia.
What do you want to believe?
What do you want to forget?
Have you had any
Authentic explorations yet?
Identify impressions.
Follow reasonable directions.
Oppose oppression.
Are alluring to fools.
Does politics always
Involve aggression?
Where is controversy
Usually located?
Why are accurate records
Controversial to fools?
Explore reality.
Find the truth.
Rockets, missiles.
Submarines,
Tanks and other
Killing machines,
Land mines,
War crimes,
Bullets, bayonets,
Hand grenades,
Political games,
Sending the young
To early graves.
Mindless politicians.
Military historians.
War correspondents.
Inadequate laws.
Mass entertainment.
Mass deception.
Crass elections.
Coal, oil and gas.
Cheerleading.
Misleading.
Profits for the
Greedy class.
Useless gifts.
Shallow celebrations.
Everything returns,
Even in Glasgow.
But who learns
The truth about
War preparations?
Who learns the truth
About weather extremes
And changing climates
And broken dreams?
Who learns the truth
About illustrations?
Watching showers
With Ethel Spowers.
Depicting witches
With Ida Rentoul Outhwaite.
Preparations for
Daily survival.
Perhaps you would prefer
An artistic revival
Instead of a world
In despair.
Perhaps you prefer cookery
Or a still life with fruit.
Whose interest are you
Seeking to recruit?
COP26 in Glasgow
May not revive hope
Or refresh anyone
More than a nice
Cup of tea or
A painting by Chardin.
When will you return
To the garden?
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