Száll a ritmus vad diadallal, őrült mámor falrepesztő dallal. Visszatérés az ősi időkbe, kövek suttogják csontba és földbe tüzes ritmusunk vér-izzó mámorát! Régi helyek fa-föld táborát idéző természet ölelések tél ízű csókok, faszén-parázs fészkek terrakotta nyoma. Száll a ritmus vad diadallal, őrült mámor falrepesztő dallal. Visszatérés az ősi időkbe, kövek suttogják csontba és földbe tüzes ritmusunk vér-izzó mámorát! Száműzött népeknek, megsérült lépteknek, feltépett sebeknek fákat elégető bársonyos réteknek felmordult szaván sietünk Hozzád! Száll a ritmus vad diadallal, őrült mámor falrepesztő dallal. Visszatérés az ősi időkbe, kövek suttogják csontba és földbe tüzes ritmusunk vér-izzó mámorát! Elfeledett emlékek láncán ébred a hajnal, s az idők számolatlan köd-kócos hátán utazunk, nagy zajjal. Száll a ritmus vad diadallal, őrült mámor falrepesztő dallal. Visszatérés az ősi időkbe, kövek suttogják csontba és földbe tüzes ritmusunk vér-izzó mámorát! Kócsagok fehér repülése, Darvak nyújtott nyak-remegése s a fekete föld mély, sár szántotta nedves illata. Száll a ritmus vad diadallal, őrült mámor falrepesztő dallal. Visszatérés az ősi időkbe, kövek suttogják csontba és földbe tüzes ritmusunk vér-izzó mámorát! Kihúzott háttal, felemelt fejjel köszönt a reggel s benne a Nap halovány fénye, égő emlék sugárzó vetése. Száll a ritmus vad diadallal, őrült mámor falrepesztő dallal. Visszatérés az ősi időkbe, kövek suttogják csontba és földbe tüzes ritmusunk vér-izzó mámorát! Megtett lépteinkben vad tűz visszanézés ősöket köszöntő tér tengert ölelő
Hazatérés.
Hazaérkezés!
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2011 december 25.
ihlette: Carolyn Hillyer and Nigel Shaw Exile album, első szám
"Exile is departure, separation and loss. Exile is enforced, chosen or the outcome of strange circumstance. Exile is painfully physical, coldly political and deeply personal. Exile is the shadow of war, the grip of despair, the emptiness of grieving arms. Exile is a heavy wind that crashes through cultures, tears at relationships and rips apart the soul. Exile is the impossible abyss, the deadly trail and the churning hungry ocean. Exile is the overwhelming pull towards
home, yearning for familiar people, longing for ancestral lands. Exile is crossing mountains into loneliness, walking dusty roads amidst confusion, wandering lost inside a world of death. Exile is a song
of mourning, a dance of remembrance and a promise of return. Exile is a brave cry that echoes through generations and a faithful flame that feeds the tribal hearth. Exile is the search for a beloved, for completion, for peace. Exile is a root deepened by loyalty, a spirit grown stronger through adversity, determination honed by belief in a just & balanced future. Exile is eyes widened by vast horizons and hope kindled by the smallest possibilities.We will find a road to take us home. Ancient spirits watch for our return."
Ha jönnek a könnyek.. Ha jönnek a könnyek, csak légy könnyed.. nem baj ha lépted a vizes utcakövön kopog, zakatoló villamosok s esti beszéd-zajlások között. Az esőcseppek elkeverednek sós ízeid a fekete betonra terítik. Ne higgy nekik, ha azt mondják "ez már nem gyász-idő!" csak hagyd, hogyha jönnek.. emlékek, érzések, könnyek.. Mint, akit magára hagyott az Ég, úgy sétálsz Te, kinek otthona volt még.. nem is oly rég. Ágak, fakoronák átlátszók s mintha ismernéd.. de nem látod meg azt a világot, mi lüktetve lángolt s tejszagú mellén ápolt, majd dzsungel-léptűvé nevelt. Ma már elhagyottan állnak, korhadó faágak s fűrész alatt felsíró roppanások csak mi szemedbe csap. Ha jönnek a könnyek tágas koronájukra akasztva hagyd ott őket, díszéül az őszi, elmúló időknek!
..She was tired and exhausted.. it was old time when she started her walk .. to left towns, villages.. and folow the path of magnetized calls. Just arived the darkest day.. "why did you left me?" asked from the Goddess.. heart-saddness flood..and sharp pain.. inside.. She didn't see well the path.. just her feet ..they were in that deep trust.. they became noiseless than the big Owl-Spirit. They was able to follow the way.. The Moon hided her face, the rain of small eyes than a sparkling little lights.. they was smiled in their gentle-fatness..and they were hanging on the bare trees of naked arms.. The Goddess reached out Her invisible arms and embraced Her. She didn't realized the Spirit of endless presents. But she knew she need to fight again and again with this oldest pain. The Goddess and Her thosuands forms was sitting in the old stone circles.. She was there.. in the center.. in the cauldron of the deepest point. They knew this.. under the last 5000 years they saw that many tears and heard so many prays..and sigh-wishes.. They just started to sing.. slowly.. and on so many different ways.. the wanderer woman standed. They didn't hear just her heart of lumbering voices.. but her body felt the resonances.. thousands and thousands Goddess started to sing.. how many different melodies.. from the blind darkness.. than colorful strings ..the ancient voices are started to move.. to dance.. and to turn again and again.. in new and new form.. She closed her eyes.. and her body just moved.. she started to dance with the darkness.. her arms than a butterfly of wings.. and the songs are came closer and closer.. it was some Goddess form than an orange fire.. hot and quick.. it was some Goddess form than a blue-melody.. slowly but rolling..it was some Goddess form than a spring of smell.. green and sweet and close cuddling.. it was some Goddess foem deep than the earth of murmur cranches.. and they just came and came closer.. She felt the energies.. and she continued her dance .. her tears just was swimming on her face.. voices-lights-melodies-balls rolling everywhere.. the Godesses ..they are started to speak on the animals, plants, rocks, rivers.. of many languages.. the Cauldron started to fill with this "orchestra" with this chaotic but amazing choir.. She wanted to see them.. she wanted to feel them... from her closed eyelids..under her skin..from the wanderer cells.. just exploded the wishes.. to see..too hug..to feel.. and the crazy dance continued.. again and again steps and steps.. many kind of moving.. and leans.. and it was one moment when from her womb, from her inside.. something deep whirling just came .. and came up! Than a big thunder..in one strong storm.. and she just felt the ancient vibration... the voice of power.. and she than a wolf.. just jumped from time..to time.. and SUDDENLY the deep connection was alive.. and the colors, threads, voices, pictures.. just than a wild river.. was everywhere..and she was able to go back in time.. and to "see" again.. Her inner eyes was open.. and clear.. her body was able to feel and to take in the Goddess of so many form and taste, and wild-gentle-thousand touching. She felt her heart how grow.. how will be bigger and bigger.. and one hundreds arm just going out and touch the Goddess of faces and energy body.. and thsi caress was miracle.. the connection.. was real.. and deep.. Her and HER love was connected.. in this endless dance .. "my Goddess I never will left you!" .. and what an amazing moments.. the Cauldron started to be oneself expansion.. and from this ancredible song and voice dialogue .. in the foggy mystery..she glimpsed some new form.. her Tribe of members. They were tall and slim.. and they jumped than a grasshoppers.. and their voices was than a sweet food. ..joy-tears.. ... after the great dance.. she saw one slim silver path...than a silver snake just went..and was drawing silver spiral the bottom of the Cauldron. slowly.. from moment to moment.. the voices passed over in the silent.. the Godesses are was sitting back in their stone-places.. and she stayed there .. alone.. but never more alone.. in her body.. it was many high thousands vibrations.. images and forms and colorful vortexes.. and she now She is waiting her. so she take a deep breathe.. and her naked sole touched the silver path of the starting point.. .. .. .. (later) and in the Spiral Silver Path of center it happened the meeting with the Great Goddess.. personally.. alone.. face to face.. in the Green Palace what is the Nature of Rainbow Garden Heart.. if you would like to know how is happened the converstaion.. just go on.. the Cauldron of gates open in this night..
*** 16 of December * * * My Goddess I love you, never forget!!!! and I try to remember...please, remind me!!! (your present in my blood..and in my bones..) thank you! your old-soul-but easy-grasshopper-Szil
Ne, még ne bújjatok elő,
december van, hiába
váltunk mi kabátot, klímát, ..ti legyetek okosabbak!
Vissza, vissza zöld levelek!
Pihenni kell, visszahúzódni,
szunnyadni a télben,
hadd pompázzatok majd
a tavasz erejében.
Aprócska bokrok a
futtató mellett..
megzavart
néhány napsütötte
felleg..
Tél van, s messze
még a nyár..
ne, még ne..
hajtsatok
levelet..!
Zöld-szép-szikra
képeket
festünk majd
s picurka bokor
aurátokba
belefújjuk
a finom meleget.
Mély, dallamos
hívó szavára
a Föld-mélyi anyónak
peregjetek
haza..
színes levelek,
megannyi
árnyalattal
szőtt,
sejtelmes
üzenet.
