I walk along the path trying to see my way ahead but lost in the joy of the way and the depth of the thought, the doubts and trials; and pains of the past hover over me – as I walk, everything suddenly becomes as clear as the sun upon the fern. The god-like sun upon the fern. The fern grows, the sun shines and we see. If only we could all-time be in that sometimes way of being when we really see. The sun is upon the fern. Let dew glisten this day. For I have written, oh such things, in these moments, and now, all these years later, I struggle on to find; the path, the light, the belief, the fern, the time. Many are the glimpses I have shared and sang. There was another one. There just ahead a gleam of gold. A happening of circumstance synchronises with Jungian power to transcend and I take hold of this moment. This glimpse and I present. I present. See this is the path. Another. There another. Then I walk some further to this place. I am here. I am searching for god-like ferns to share for you all. I have found this recollection and this hope. Another time as I walk, I shall write, I shall see, I shall be, I shall share. Fern! Fern! See I walk. See I hope. Shall I find something beautiful to share as I go?
A stunning new approach to the myths the Vikings loved; enlightening and challenging for the novice and veteran alike.
The Gods and Goddesses of the Nordic Mythos Prose Poems were created following research for Gods Bless Ya!! Rock Opera with Alda and Sigrun Bjork Olafsdottir and a forth-coming book with SigRun Viking Art & Design.
Men, even we turn for Hænir’s handsomeness. Women even more so
These are the legs, this is the jaw, yet this sadly is the intellect.
Hey, everything else is in place, embrace him our future leader.
He brings the fire.
In the heart-loin
Being is more important than choice
Thinking can hang fore a bit
Travel with him, in the simple
Bestie of the best he will follow on for them
Odin-successor – world end survivor
Leave all the thinking hard till we go to war
That is what anguish and strategy are for
Peace is for living and clinging to
Swords sleep like this…
Swords sweep like this…
Is there a choice to make?
Ox-cooker, Fire-maker, Odin-brother
Salmon-eater, World-traveller, Doubter
At your side
Until the very end
Until after the end
He will hold the wand and foretell
Be at peace and talk,
Everywhere there are treasures,
Gaze in wonder,
If war is the only way we will think well, act wise