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THE FOREST GREEN: The Mists of Avalon |
Category: Poetry 5 comments 21 Apr 2004 @ 00:54 by shawa : :-)May Avalon rise again, in our hearts!...A lovely poem, Lady Marissa. 21 Apr 2004 @ 14:48 by vaxen : Why... would the Lady give 'Excalibur' to one so unworthy ever again? Avalon, Isle of Apples, is not lost...never was 'lost.' Those who are not worthy will not be able to see Avalon nor greet the beautiful Lady of the Lake. After all her name is'nt Jesus! She is'nt 'Christian!' Nor was the 'Graal' there at the so called 'last supper.' The Sange Real is red, more truly blue, as red as her lips and deeper than the starry Abyss. Thankyou Marissa for the memories. http://www.tribeofheart.org/ 21 Apr 2004 @ 16:43 by swan : Love the poem keep writing. Those who are not awake/conscious will not be able to see Avalon. We carry the Grail within, we are the Grail. 21 Apr 2004 @ 22:40 by skookum : Thank you all It is an odd thing...as I do my writing. I do not always know where the words come from. From some old memory or something I might have read, who knows. I am sure many here are better educated... more travelled in every way from myself. I am so happy that my subconscious journeys are enjoyed by those I admire. 22 Apr 2004 @ 06:02 by swan : The best writing comes from that place of which you speak. That is were I get my words and images too. From the pure stream of inspiration. The soul is fed in that place. Other entries in Poetry Saturday, August 1st 2015: At the Bat of the Eye Sunday, February 16th 2014: Fearful Geography Wednesday, December 19th 2012: Fairy poems.... Monday, May 3rd 2010: poem. Gathering Roses Monday, September 22nd 2008: Turning (poem) Friday, July 25th 2008: In the Garden Sunday, June 15th 2008: Beyond Sunday, June 15th 2008: The Food Prayer Sunday, June 15th 2008: Between Here and There Wednesday, May 28th 2008: poem: we are dancing
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Tuesday, April 20th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer