Ask the yews

There’s no noise in the abbey *
With these dead leaves on the paths
And this warm wind caressing
Yes we know it’s a deep blessing

I hear a prayer in the air
Can’t understand where it came
I ask the yews to tell me
About life here in past eves

So many words and myths I’ve heard
Not possible to me to ignore
And near the kitchens I
See stuffs of other times

A woman in long robe so white
And a pale face so sad and fine
A challenge I can face
Only with the full Faith

In a corner of the garden
The hawthorn ** it is flowered
There’s always the truth in legends
Through it knocking down sadness

So many words and myths I’ve heard
Not possible to me to ignore
And near the kitchens I
See stuffs of other times

A woman in long robe so white
And a pale face so sad and fine
A challenge I can face
Only with the full Faith

* 9 Dicembre 2012 - Abazzia di Glanstonbury (Uk) (nella foto: tassi secolari e l’abazzia)

** Il famoso biancospino di Glanstonbury

The top of the world

On the top of the world
I can hear sun speaking
Directly towards the Land

From the top of the world
I can see the pillars
Of the earth sustaining us

Today I discover
There is no end
‘cause England is more than
My skill to understand

My mind cannot embrace
The endless Land
My soul only can take
The eternity by hand

Here there is no border
Sky seems to touch my shoulder
Stonehenge on the horizon

Christmas it is the Solstice
Christ the new born light
And there is no wrong and no right

Today I discover
There is no end
‘cause England is more than
My skill to understand

My mind cannot embrace
The endless Land
My soul only can take
The eternity by hand

Glastonbury Tor, 8th December 2012
Buon Natale a tutti
Daniel

Spirits out of the well

Oak is the queen
It is so clear
It is the first one to say welcome new sun

On Chalice Well
I see my hands
Into the waters even if I don’t touch it

Spirits out from the well
Go directly to the sky
Is my mind enough pure
To understand this delight?

And the dawn fills everything
We’re submerged by the new light
Everyone keeps its lesson
Deep into the immortal mind

The ritual is
For the Solstice
Triumph of darkness and rebirth of the new life

What does it mean
All this for me?
Return to the roots and new stuff for the future

Spirits out from the well
Go directly to the sky
Is my mind enough pure
To understand this delight?

And the dawn fills everything
We’re submerged by the new light
Everyone keeps its lesson
Deep into the immortal mind

8th December 2012, giardini del Chalice Well (Pozzo del calice) Glanstonbury (Somerset, UK), al termine del rituale di Alban Arthan (Solstizio di inverno) con l’OBOD ( Ordine dei Bardi Ovati Druidi ).

The fire of the land

Little things change
And it is strange
How much all is written
But we can read it
Just after all is happened

One thing I have thought
Since when I was born
Is that something’s missing
In my mind is so clear
That I am not complete

Somebody said if I deserve
The sweet embrace of the stones
The wind is cold but I feel inside the fire of the Land
It’s all what I would really really have

More than 10 years among stones
That of the sky are mirrors
My wisdom’s poor but I feel inside the fire of the Land
And there’s nothing of more I can pretend

Walking and walking
Tears of cold falling
I wrap myself in words
in prayers and hopes
Letting die the afternoon

Somebody said if I deserve
The sweet embrace of the stones
The wind is cold but I feel inside the fire of the Land
It’s all what I would really really have

More than 10 years among stones
That of the sky are mirrors
My wisdom’s poor but I feel inside the fire of the Land
And there’s nothing of more I can pretend

Avebury stones circle, UK, 7th December 2012

Allineamento

L’illusione del cosmo
teatro del pensiero:
le stelle sono gli occhi
iridescenti di Dio.

Nell’ora fatidica
il respiro si ferma:
 istante di timore
speranza inconfessata.

Abbiamo perso nei secoli
la magia antica
di specchiarci l’anima
nel cielo diamantino.

Ci rimangono i canti
degli antenati
profeti inascoltati
di futuri interiori.

Hill of the ancestors

We got lost last night
Just to reach this shore
That it is for me
The right to sing

While this rainy day
Turns into a prayer
I lit up a flame
On Silbury lane

What I have been in my soul lives
What I will be I can see
Into the hill of the ancestors
In front of me

I melt my fears in the green grass
Caress the wind with my skin
I am a man in constant lack
Of energy

I’ve got frozen hands
I am a lost lamb
May be here one day
I will find my way

Doesn’t seem today
The right day to say
Something I will find
More than zero line

What I have been in my soul lives
What I will be I can see
Into the hill of the ancestors
In front of me

I melt my fears in the green grass
Caress the wind with my skin
I am a man in constant lack
Of energy

Silbury Hill, 7th December 2012

La melodia del cosmo

Ci sono sentieri antichi
fitti di anime appuntite
con mari sepolti
e terre celesti
luoghi in cui ogni passo
è una preghiera
e il respiro sa raggiungere
le nuvole.

Qui i millenni sfumano
in albe incandescenti
e crepuscoli lunari
e ancora il vento suona
la melodia del cosmo.

Avebury, Wiltshire, 7/12/12