Portal of Zenosyne

Portal of Zenosyne

Hesitating, as if… if she entered she may choose to never return ….
so she stood in the dense silent haze, watching, thinking;

Every 55 minutes the portal appeared between the giant trees
a wavering, viridescent whirlpool when open
… a vague woodsy mist when closed… it would simply be as innocent as walking between any two trees… except… she felt the residual energy others might not feel…

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Three times she ventured between the tree Guardians
when the Way was closed… three times she wandered back
to stand and watch, listening to the forest rustlings
and her own beating heart…

Life is short. And life is long. But not in that order, and sometimes
it appears to stand still as if caught in a timeloop of timelessness.

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This was one of those timeless times, for how long she stood
she didn’t know – suddenly suspended in liquid skies, stars glowed and faded…
a day flowed by in silent green shadows as she stood in this woods alone.

Guarding the Guardians… nay, observing the space between, as
night closed in again, in muted greens, she realised the Portal
appeared to be sleeping, she watched as moon rose high overhead
and when the viridescent whirlpool did not reopen, she lay in leaf-fall, sleeping as well;

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Dawningtime, birdsong swelled only trailing to silence when
the Portal of Zenosyne glowed into be-ing…
Hesitating, as if… as if she entered she may choose to never return
how well she knows that Life is short. And life is long.
And not necessarily in that order…
She breathed in the forest air
And took a step into the viridescent glow, finally ready for whatever
lay beyond…

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Poetry and Art Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver

Zenosyne: The Sense That Time Keeps Going Faster
(From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)

Seeped in Magic

There is an old deep magic in this forest
which has seeped into my bones
becoming one with roots
that reach to
embrace this Earth with tenderness…
… a deep old magic which resonates
through my blood and recognises
the kindred sacredness
in the beating of my heart;

The energy is pure and palpable
embracing growing trees and rich earth soaking
in moisture which nurtures
the lines of my blood, making me weep
with gratitude for all that holds sway
in the stillness of deep old places …
… the shadows echo and whisper
echoes whisper of wisdom and nature
which resonates through my blood
and recognises the kindred sacredness in my soul

As we transcend the unconscious
and as we transcend the ego
and as we transcend the chaos
to a place of deep inner understanding
We will find a place in our hearts
where we will know the truth of our own heartbeat
And we know we are home
in the deep old magic of the forest.
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Poetry and Art Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver 2021

Sacred Space


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Sacred Space

 

Into the valley of the Earth

rocks cloaked in thick fluorescent moss

towering trees adorned with trailing fern…

… the only sound, a soft musical

 chuckling of running water and the pristine echo of bird-call

damp earthy richness permeated the air

decomposing humus, nourishing the soil…

 

Ancient vibrations

filled the valley

feminine energy

sacred cleansing…

 

This felt like women-space

 

circular

fertile

womblike

 

 

 I could almost hear

the echo of ancient rituals

in the whisper of the leaves

in the gurgle of cleansing water

I imaged the aroma of woodsmoke and ash

fragrant branches

fanning a sacred fire…

 

 archaic chants

rose into the canopy

women-space

healing place

hands joined

in a forgotten women’s circle.

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Poetry & Photos – SharonleeGoodhand©25-May-14

Written after visiting Cilento Park waterfall.