Triology: Poetry and Mythos ~ an Earth Dreaming Portal
Soon I will be launching the Dreaming Earth Poetry Portal. Gather to explore my poems, their underlying mythos with a meditation transmission drawing us deeply into each poems medicine. Below I share my most recent poem, with it’s mythos :
Poem
Triology
The Bats are working under Sycamore
Transforming irritation …
( the midges have arrived!)
… at the edges of integrationEmbodiment.
Tap, tap, tap …
Song Thrush breaking shells …
spirals
timelines
( which will you choose?)Whitethrost sings dirges
of endings
past
recallibrating
The voice for
Future expression
chakraUnification
Blackcap sits in judgement
a review
a re-consiliate-tion
Heralds liberty
But first
shake out
and witness
your griefChaffinch lives within the paradox
softens, and
finds the seed
Ripe
for sowingHolding Dreams
of something newEmerging.
Mythos
You may wonder why this poem is titled Triology when 5 beings are named? The Trio are Whitethroat, Blackcap and Chaffinch.
Bat sets the scene and represents night, the feminine, the mystery. One half of the Polarity. Working under Sycamore, a Divine Union tree leaning slightly more into his masculine energy. So the masculine energy is moving closer to the feminine, while Bat works to transform any irritations that may arise through this pending Union, bringing it into harmony.
Song thrush represent the Day, the masculine, the light. Like Bat he is also feasting and nourishing himself well for the journey ahead. This pending union doesn’t distract either of them from their everyday work and purpose.
Whereas Bat uses the magic of sound and is nourished by being freed of others expectation, Song Thrush breaks down the structures that created those expectations finding provision within them while foraging for material to build.
And so the polarities are established and have started their unifying dance. That leaves us with the process of the Triology:
The Greater Whitethroat has a reputation, especially here in the Scottish Highlands, of being a heralder of great sorrow. One of endings, death, even genocide - as in the case of the Highland Clearances. I have only heard this little bird once while being on the croft, one morning about 10 days ago and the same evening I heard the Blackcap for the first time here too. It truly felt like an ending with a new beginning in view … after the review of times past.
With further enquiry, Whitethroat also told me about how he got his name - which of course represents the purification and recalibration of the throat chakra, finding a new way of expression.
Hidden within great sorrow, a quiet fire burns. In time this grows into a furnace fierce enough to free us from the bondage of the past. Then we can find our way to express our grief and speak potent truth to forceful power - and so the alchemical healing process is ignited.
Blackcap sits in Judgement, reviews with the balm of neutrality. Calls for justice and liberty from those structures that created and enabled such sorrows. They are falling away, though we are warned not to bypass our grief - for those tears are bittersweet memories that hold both joy and sorrow.
And beautiful Chaffinch who is such a frequent part of the chorus here. His blue and pink feathers, with black and white flashes, depict the beauty of softening into the harmony of union with Spirit. A gentle hunter, I’ve seen them digging into ripe rosehips for the seeds … and it is this imagery that comes to me now. Getting to the seed of something, the root of it and pulling it out. It is both ripe for removal and digestion, so it no longer festers. Chaffinch reminds us to soften into places of resistance, so we don’t become trapped into the looping of old stories. This does not mean to forget or condone what happened, but to move from a place of love, not fear.
Like the duality of our tears, as the old decays it becomes rich compost for sowing the seeds of our vision for a better future, one that we can hold clearly within our hearts, truly believing that it is on it’s way.
with much Love
from my Heart to yours
Tania Aurora White Crow