Archive | May 2011

Maya, Blessed Maya

Maya.  Image from Antaryamin’s Blog.

Maya, Blessed Maya
By Muninn’s Kiss

Maya, blessed Maya,
I love your sweet kiss.
It may be illusion,
It may be a dream.
It may not be real,
The dreamer or the dream,
But the things that you give me,
Seem sweeter than sweet.
Your energy and actions,
Are mine every day.
Your darkness and stillness,
Are comfort to me.
Your light and your purity,
They seem so divine.
But all is illusion,
All is a dream.
You cover the Divine,
Concealing it’s Truth,
Like the darkness of night,
Concealing the sun.
I love you so sweetly,
For you’re all I have known,
But all is illusion,
All is a dream.


Worlds Within Worlds

by fenix42 on DeviantArt.

Worlds Within Worlds
By Muninn’s Kiss

Worlds within worlds,
Inside and outside,
Above and below,
All around.
Nine worlds upon a tree,
Four worlds above us,
Higher world and underworld,
This world and Otherworld.
Stars and planets above our heads,
Billions and billions,
Billions and billions,
Of worlds.
Worlds down rabbit holes,
Worlds through looking glasses,
Worlds imagined,
Very real.
Worlds in my head,
Worlds within my soul.
Worlds can be prisons,
Worlds can let go.
How dull and how boring,
How drab and how plain,
If I was held captive,
In the world they have made.

That’s Just How It Is

Shiva Nataraj
by Pieter Weltevrede.
Image from Sanatan Society.

That’s Just How It Is
By Muninn’s Kiss

Hunger and thirst,
Disease and pain,
The poorest of poor,
In the world of the rich.
If God is good,
Why is there pain?
If there is free will,
Who would choose pain?

Is it Mother Nature?
Is it Mother Earth?
Our loving mother,
Creator, destroyer,
Red in tooth,
Red in claw.
Cycles and life,
One dies, one lives,
One starves, one gorges,
One suffers and dies,
So another can thrive.
Cycles and death,
That’s just how it is.

Is it the Fall?
The sin of Adam and Eve?
A curse on him to toil,
A curse on her to labour.
The land cursed,
The world cursed,
Death and suffering.
In this world you will suffer,
Promised from loving lips.
That’s just how it is.

Is it attachment?
Is it desire?
We hold on so tight,
We long for and fight.
To let go and take it,
To give up the fight.
If we don’t long for food,
Hunger is gone.

Is it karma?
Did we do this to ourselves?
The evil we do,
Is the evil we get.
The suffering we caused,
In that life back then,
Comes back to us now,
There is no escape.

Is it the Wyrd?
Is it just Fate?
Everything that happens,
There is not any choice.
How do we fight it?
How do we try?
That’s just how it is,
There is no escape.

I don’t have an answer,
I don’t know the cause.
But surrender goes nowhere,
And traps us for good.
So raise up your banner,
Raise up your sword.
Let’s go make a difference,
Let’s try to improve.

Mighty Warrior

Image by Luis Royo

Mighty Warrior
By Muninn’s Kiss

I raise my sword above my head,
And show my mighty strength.
My slight body wire thin,
No muscles for to show.

Upon my arms the elegant blades,
I spread my arms for flight.
The wings they come upon my back,
Like two huge raven wings.

Do I fight, my sword in hand,
Upon the battle field?
Or do I fly, great wings spread,
To fight again some day?

But here I stand unsure of myself,
Not ready to fight or fly.
The mighty warrior lost in thought,
Unsure what she should do.

Fight or Flight

Image by Luis Royo

Fight or Flight
By Muninn’s Kiss

There she sits,
Upon the floor,
A child,
A girl,
For them to tell her,
Do this,
Do that,
She can’t say no.

There she sits,
Behind the child,
A woman,
A warrior,
Black wings,
Silver sword,
Behind the girl,
Afraid to fly away,
Afraid to fight,
She can’t say no.

There she sits,
My child self,

There she sits,
My warrior self,

The warrior rises,
War goddess,
Wings spread,
Sword raised.

To fly or to fight?
To fight or to fly?
To lift the child to safety?
To stand in front and protect?
Either way,
Any way,
Is better than cowering,
Is better than hiding.

I rise.

Mari’s Face

Full Moon Through Clouds

Mari’s Face
By Muninn’s Kiss

Wispy clouds stretch across the face,
Of the moon, full and bright,
Glowing through the wispy clouds,
White light lighting up the night.

Mari’s face shining down,
The full moon of her full strength,
Great mother nourishing me,
The tides high reaching for land.

The Child for Which She Had Yearned

Image from the Fertility Advocate.

The Child for Which She Had Yearned
By Muninn’s Kiss

There she sat,
Beneath the tree,
Reading from a book.

The wind in her hair,
That made the leaves dance,
Was the only sound she could hear.

She turned a page,
Intent in the words,
And the pictures that danced in her head.

Then up she jumped,
Dropping her book,
Her hair standing up in fright.

A small bird,
Had flown by her ear,
The frightened her half to death!

Six months later,
Her daughter was born,
The child for which she had yearned.

But as it appeared,
The doctor took fright,
And fainted both then and there.

For what had he seen,
When the baby was born,
But a wing where her arm should have been!