The mists of time swirl and clear
And we find ourselves in a long-gone year
At a point in time where stories began
Origins of legends that have for centuries ran
As rain lashes and chilled winds howl
Wild animals circle that were born to prowl
Kept from the cave by thin rings of fire
Their tenacity to wait something to admire
Within the safety of the cavern walls
The clan folk wait for their spirits’ call
Faces and limbs painted in coloured ash
Finely dressed with cloak and sash
Expectation high as joy radiates
And tribal words sung as they celebrate
Then lightning flashes and everything stops
Rainbow accompanies the final raindrops
The sky turns yellow and bright and clear
The observers know the time is near
The elder steps forth and holds aloft
A wand with which he gently wafts
Tradition was that the wand be snapped
So the elder does exactly that
He then stands eyes closed hands cupped
And magical flames from his hands erupt
Igniting once more those rings of fire
How else could they stay lit with weather so dire?
Thunder rumbles overhead
Those tenacious beasts long since fled
But from the sky a white dove lands
As each of the clan folk understand
That this is is the sign they’ve been waiting for
Their spirit has returned once more
And once more they sing and dance and cheer
And believe in goodness for the rest of the year
For us though it is the time to leave
As time’s mists once more swirl and weave
And gently carry us back through time
And bring an end to this lengthy rhyme
The mists of time swirl and clear
I’d like to share a post I originally wrote in 2010, a couple of months after I started this little blogging adventure.
Hold out your hands.
Imagine a box, a box small enough to fit in your hands.
Imagine this box in your hands.
What shape is it? What colour is it? Is it heavy?
Open the box slowly, and look inside.
Inside the box, there is a door. An open door inside the now open box. The doorway leads to a staircase. Can you see the staircase yet? You can go through the door to look for it, if you like. The staircase is just through the door. You may have to look to the left or to the right, or it may be in front of you. It is there somewhere. Can you see it yet? It’s a spiral staircase, that climbs up into… what does it climb into? Is it a loft? Another room? Another floor? You’ll have to climb the spiral staircase to see.
Don’t worry – it’s all perfectly safe – remember, you’re holding the box in your hands, so you know it’s safe. If at any time you don’t feel comfortable, just go back through the door and out of the box.
You are at the top of the staircase now. Thinking outside of the box has enabled you to rise to the top without even trying! At the top of these stairs is a garden. A lush green, with many different types of plants and flowers around the edges, and beyond them are the tallest trees. There’s a couple of other ‘flowers’ too… a stream and a water feature. Can you hear the water trickling yet? You may need to go closer to one of them to hear it. Is the stream a gentle flowing one, or a babbling brook? Is the water feature a fountain, or a statue pouring water? Is the water clear? It is… the water is crystal clear. The clearest ‘clear’ you have ever seen, and then some.
Up above your head is a butterfly. Can you see the many colours on its wings? Can you hear the gentle fluttering of its wings? Apart from the sound of the water, this is the only other sound you can hear. The butterfly is beckoning you to follow it. It wants to show you something. Follow the butterfly to an archway which is on one of the sides of the garden. The archway leads to a room. An empty room. A completely white empty room. The butterfly flies to a corner, just inside the room. Follow it in to the room, and you’ll find a harp. Play the harp. You know how to. You can play the most wondrous music from this harp. Try it and see. Listen to the creative sounds you are producing from this magical instrument. Remember the tune you are playing. This music will relax and invigorate you at the same time. This is the music of how you are feeling right now. Not the right now in the real world, but the right now in this imagined world. You’ve enjoyed playing the harp. You can always come back again at a later time for another go. Or perhaps, you may be led into another room, by another butterfly, and find a different instrument. Or find something completely different. Something else that you have always wanted to try.
When you walk out of the room, you will be once again outside of your box. Back to the real world. Only now, you have a little more creativity within you. A little more music. A little more magic.
Does it feel good?
About the image:
Taken in May 2016 out in the Grinds, using a Galaxy mobile phone. Harp hastily added later.
And orbs of many colours
Add to the magic
And a festival of lights
Show it’s nearly time
Here it is! Beyond the Sphere’s official 2016 Christmas Card! Just a basic scene of the Mansion’s door, all decorated in a nice and simple festive fashion. There’s no messing around here… even most of the bulbs don’t work!
If this was a card card, and not a computer card, I would write inside it:
Wishing you and your families, friends, animals, nearest and dearest and anybody else you’d like included a wonderful Feel Good time over the Christmas and New Year period, and here’s to the best of everything for 2017.
As it isn’t a card card, and it is a computer card, I shall type it instead! One thing I couldn’t include in a card card, but I can in a computer card, is a link. Remember the Great Thought post I wrote recently? Well go on… click the link, visit the post, press the button, and generate another great thought or two. Let’s make things great around here!
MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM TOM AND ALL AT BEYOND THE SPHERE!!!
Glancing upwards on a snowy night
Look towards the bright Moonlight
You may think you see a shooting star
But it’s really a good friend from afar
Filled with joy he laughs and soars
Bringing joy to girls and boys
And folk who like the magic feel
At a time when it is totally real
He brings good cheer to one and all
This man who flies when the snow falls
Bit of a rhyme to go with my second digital snowman of 2016. Just adding a bit of Christmas magic. As you do.