Cry of the Winter Banshee`
Behold the beauty of a bare naked tree,
No leaves to muffle the cries of the winter banshee
Bitter and cold she blows through to my soul
Setting me free
In the frozen winter breeze
Snow falls like tiny stars from the sky
Standing in the deafening silence I can not deny
The winter banshee’s cry
She waits in the icy silence for my reply
Deep from within comes the long howling wind,
Breathe that rolls across the snow white seas
Like a fog, my soul I offer as a token
In hopes to appease
I turn back in a glance
To the beauty of the bare naked tree
And to my surprise it is foot prints that I see
Tracks I have left in the cold winter snow
finally I know
The wild and free beauty winter can bestow
Soon she will fade in the darkness of the night
And in her memory I will find delight
Standing in the silence and the only thing I see
Is the beauty of a bare naked tree
Mor`Inanna EagleSong © Dec. 16th 2007
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Faded Flowers
Faded flowers
Faded flowers,
Filled with healing powers
As each petal begins to drop
Pain that never will stop
Floods of emotion
Tears could fill the ocean
Tear drops slow
A mother’s love continues to grow
Eyes covered in a foggy mist
And still you are missed
Memories no longer we make
And still I awake
Days fade to black & white
Nothing seems as bright
Your spirit I invite
& I know it will be alright
When I enter that gentle night
And we reunite
Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © August 10, 2009
Faded flowers,
Filled with healing powers
As each petal begins to drop
Pain that never will stop
Floods of emotion
Tears could fill the ocean
Tear drops slow
A mother’s love continues to grow
Eyes covered in a foggy mist
And still you are missed
Memories no longer we make
And still I awake
Days fade to black & white
Nothing seems as bright
Your spirit I invite
& I know it will be alright
When I enter that gentle night
And we reunite
Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © August 10, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Drifting
Drifting
Aimlessly drifting on a sea of time,
The days pass as waves of emotions
Ever flowing,
Sometimes to sail the calm sea,
Sometimes to gaze into a starry sky
Sometimes with a tear in my eye
Time passes so quickly,
Since you’ve been gone
Almost a year,
And still I find days filled with endless
Tears
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day
I watch as the moon moves
From dark to light
Sometimes I hear you whisper
On the wind,
As your voice drifts in my ears
And still I long for you to appear
With your laughter and your cheer,
Aimlessly drifting on a sea of time,
The days pass as waves of emotions
Ever flowing,
Sometimes to sail the calm sea,
Sometimes to gaze into a starry sky
Sometimes with a tear in my eye
I watch as time continues to fly
The world sometimes seem to just pass me by
but
To you my son
I will never say good-bye
Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © July 25, 2009
Aimlessly drifting on a sea of time,
The days pass as waves of emotions
Ever flowing,
Sometimes to sail the calm sea,
Sometimes to gaze into a starry sky
Sometimes with a tear in my eye
Time passes so quickly,
Since you’ve been gone
Almost a year,
And still I find days filled with endless
Tears
Day becomes night,
Night becomes day
I watch as the moon moves
From dark to light
Sometimes I hear you whisper
On the wind,
As your voice drifts in my ears
And still I long for you to appear
With your laughter and your cheer,
Aimlessly drifting on a sea of time,
The days pass as waves of emotions
Ever flowing,
Sometimes to sail the calm sea,
Sometimes to gaze into a starry sky
Sometimes with a tear in my eye
I watch as time continues to fly
The world sometimes seem to just pass me by
but
To you my son
I will never say good-bye
Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Side of the road
The Side of the Road
I know of a place, by the side of the road
Where a lonely cross stands filled
With stories that go untold
Wild flower seeds I planted each one with care,
In hopes that they will soon bloom there
I watered them gently with each falling tear
Tears that will flow year after year
As each wild flower begins to grow
The gentle wind, away with sorrows it blows
Standing with bare feet, in the wet morning dew
Covering each tiny blade of grass,
I stand with my hands filled with the remains of shattered glass,
I watch the early morning sunrise
Dawn of a new day again arrives
A day to cry,
A day to heal
A day to remember I’m still alive
I know of a place by the side of the road
I heard the sound of the death calling crow,
The place of my son’s fatal blow
In a split second he was gone from this world
Into the wind his spirit swirled
A mother’s heart was sliced wide open
With the blade of the sharpest knife,
Remembering I gave him life,
With each rising moon, be full or be it dark
A healing journey I now walk,
A life never the same I am forced to embark
Through tearful eyes the world never looks quite the same,
I have to forgive, and I have let go of blame
For within me still burns the brightest flame
Dancing sparks of desires
A new guide I have now acquired
Until the day I to retire
To that place of the setting sun
Rejoined with my loving son
Together we still remain as one
As we each face a new journey that has just begun
He is learning to fly, and telling me not to cry
For he knows of a place, by the side of the road
Filled with stories, that will not go untold
My hand he still holds,
As he sparkles like gold
Even though he will never know of growing old
Mor`Inanna Eaglesong ©July 9, 2009
The death of the moon
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind the darkest night
Darker then the raven’s flight
Delight fades from life
Depths of sadness I now invite
From the depths of the ocean
Black fades to blue
Can this really be true?
To have had my last view
Of a life I once knew
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind a joy
I once knew
Nothing to replace
To fill the space
Where light once grew
Born from my very own womb
A life just beginning to bloom
Enter now that white room
Fill my heart with gloom
Leading me into the darkest room
Leaving me locked in the sadness tomb
Never to be the same,
Tears will be no cause for shame
As I call upon the burning flames
Take from me the life I once knew
The ashes I now claim
Knowing I will never be the same
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind a darkness
I never knew,
Blood that flows from my wounded heart
Burns my veins,
As I put on these heavy chains
And claim the remains
Of a life I once knew
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
In the darkness I now dance
To the mourning song,
I will forever long for
The sight of your smile
And the sound of laughter
As I dance to the mourning song
Knowing the road to the dawn
Is way to long, can I be this strong
When your strength seems to be gone
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind the darkest night
Darker then the raven’s flight
Delight fades from life
Depths of sadness I now invite
From the depths of the ocean
Black fades to blue
Can this really be true?
To have had my last view
Of a life I once knew
Mor`Inanna eaglesong © Dec. 20th 2008
Way to soon
Leaving behind the darkest night
Darker then the raven’s flight
Delight fades from life
Depths of sadness I now invite
From the depths of the ocean
Black fades to blue
Can this really be true?
To have had my last view
Of a life I once knew
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind a joy
I once knew
Nothing to replace
To fill the space
Where light once grew
Born from my very own womb
A life just beginning to bloom
Enter now that white room
Fill my heart with gloom
Leading me into the darkest room
Leaving me locked in the sadness tomb
Never to be the same,
Tears will be no cause for shame
As I call upon the burning flames
Take from me the life I once knew
The ashes I now claim
Knowing I will never be the same
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind a darkness
I never knew,
Blood that flows from my wounded heart
Burns my veins,
As I put on these heavy chains
And claim the remains
Of a life I once knew
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
In the darkness I now dance
To the mourning song,
I will forever long for
The sight of your smile
And the sound of laughter
As I dance to the mourning song
Knowing the road to the dawn
Is way to long, can I be this strong
When your strength seems to be gone
The death of the moon has come
Way to soon
Leaving behind the darkest night
Darker then the raven’s flight
Delight fades from life
Depths of sadness I now invite
From the depths of the ocean
Black fades to blue
Can this really be true?
To have had my last view
Of a life I once knew
Mor`Inanna eaglesong © Dec. 20th 2008
In that Moment
In that Moment
“Understanding born from sorrow”
By
Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © Dec. 27, 2008
I’ve always had a strange understanding of death, as if I was drawn to the truth of it. It leads us to a path of uncommon real emotions, dancing in the darkness of our own heart and soul. But beneath that darkness, under the pain of not fully understanding is a beauty. A beauty beyond human believes, our emotions block the beauty of that moment, the moment the spirit leaves the weight of the human body. I’ve always believed that magick and science tend to walk hand in hand and we are all energy in motion weighted down by the human body, or mass of self. Our spirit is energy, our body is mass allowing us to walk amongst each other and learn from sight and touch of each other. To grow from human emotions most of tend to keep buried depth within, or avoid all together in life. Emotions like pain and suffering, heart ache and sorrow even anger, are just as powerful if not more powerful then the emotions we welcome such as love, light and laughter.
I was born with the gift of visions and dreams, most of which I tend to not understand until after the fact of that moment, but a few I understood instantly, born a Witch who was drawn to the darker side of life, and magick. While others danced in the light, I was drawn into the underworld by my deities and queens of darkness, I have journeyed to the tombs and surrendering of Inanna, and drank from Morrigan’s cauldron of death and rebirth. Now in darkest moment of a Mother’s life, a truth is born the truth of that moment.
A few years back I meet a woman on line named Jaycee, when I meet her she was well on her way to fighting the battle of breast cancer, and while I never meet her in person, our connection was so strong. Instantly we both knew we were drawn together to learn and grow from each other, her journey to death taught me about my life path.
I was with her every step of the way, from a distance but so very close in spirit. The vision I had of her death was so undeniably beautiful it was breath taking. The moment her spirit would leave the weight and the unbearable pain of her human body would be an amazing sight to behold. A micro burst of energy blast forth into the universe, filled with amazing sparkles of every color known to man. I had the pleasure of sharing this vision with her before her death, and then to have the gift of a tiny voice whisper in my ear, I was right its just like I told her it would be, amazing and beautiful so amazing that no humanly words could even begin to explain the beauty of that moment.
Then a few short months ago, the dream came to me, at the time I did not make the connection. But now 2 months and 12 days later which is also my physical birth date of 02/12, in the early dawn hours, awaken by an amazing thunder storm in Dec. I understand that moment fully. The dream was different I dreamt of standing on a porch and watching lightening strike a wire, watching it spin widely with colors, colors similar to the vision I had a few years back, but the connection between the two was not yet clear. The energy was amazing and I was not afraid, I was drawn to the sight of it, its beauty and power flowed through the wire down to a corner, and turned the corner and I knew it would hit a near by transformer box, I was not afraid of its power, I was drawn to it. The moment it struck the transformer box it burst into spinning circles of lights, lights of every color know to man, it was amazing and beautiful, yet I did not understand the message. Until this moment, the moment of this early morning dawn awaking to the strange December thunder storm. When I knew I had the vision of death, and it was not dark and something to fear or be saddened by, but that moment in time when the energy of our spirit, leaves the mass of our human body behind is one of the most amazing moments in time. That moment when our spirit is returned to its natural state of pure untamed energy. Energy flowing freely in the universe continuing on its journey of helping and healing of others.
My son James wrote a poem years ago, and the very last line is “where can a man go when the straight line curves.” It is also my son Jamie as I always called him, which became that dream. That beautiful array of pure energy burst forth into the universe in that moment of his death. His death was caused by a car coming around a curve, and hitting them head on. The connection to the dream is crystal clear now, I saw his death coming, and did not make the connection until this moment in time. When true understanding was born, in this very moment, these moments of darkness filled with sorrow beyond believe, and the depths of emotions we tend to avoid.
We are truly energy, and our body is the mass. The truths of science are connected to the spiritual understanding of our being. That moment in time, when our energy leaves behind the earthly weight of our body, is a moment of amazement beyond human understanding, leaving behind the feelings of emotions we tend to avoid, or those emotions we have the hardest time walking through. But born from those emotions, is an understanding, a gift of my life time to truly know without a doubt why I was drawn to the darkness and emotions others tend to avoid. Because from my own path, my own depths of sorrow and this walk on earth I was given the gift, the gift of truly understanding the connections of life and death. The connection between body and spirit; we do not die, we just transform into a more natural state of being, we return to the universe as energy, just as we arrived. I would not trade those visions, and understanding; to have seen the beauty of that moment not once but twice for all the happiness and joy in the humanly world. For it is through my own darkness and depths of sadness that this gift was born. While I will journey on and still miss the physical presence of my son, his energy is with me always, protecting me and guiding me until my own moment in time.
A Tribute to Jamie(James) Booe
“Understanding born from sorrow”
By
Mor`Inanna Eaglesong © Dec. 27, 2008
I’ve always had a strange understanding of death, as if I was drawn to the truth of it. It leads us to a path of uncommon real emotions, dancing in the darkness of our own heart and soul. But beneath that darkness, under the pain of not fully understanding is a beauty. A beauty beyond human believes, our emotions block the beauty of that moment, the moment the spirit leaves the weight of the human body. I’ve always believed that magick and science tend to walk hand in hand and we are all energy in motion weighted down by the human body, or mass of self. Our spirit is energy, our body is mass allowing us to walk amongst each other and learn from sight and touch of each other. To grow from human emotions most of tend to keep buried depth within, or avoid all together in life. Emotions like pain and suffering, heart ache and sorrow even anger, are just as powerful if not more powerful then the emotions we welcome such as love, light and laughter.
I was born with the gift of visions and dreams, most of which I tend to not understand until after the fact of that moment, but a few I understood instantly, born a Witch who was drawn to the darker side of life, and magick. While others danced in the light, I was drawn into the underworld by my deities and queens of darkness, I have journeyed to the tombs and surrendering of Inanna, and drank from Morrigan’s cauldron of death and rebirth. Now in darkest moment of a Mother’s life, a truth is born the truth of that moment.
A few years back I meet a woman on line named Jaycee, when I meet her she was well on her way to fighting the battle of breast cancer, and while I never meet her in person, our connection was so strong. Instantly we both knew we were drawn together to learn and grow from each other, her journey to death taught me about my life path.
I was with her every step of the way, from a distance but so very close in spirit. The vision I had of her death was so undeniably beautiful it was breath taking. The moment her spirit would leave the weight and the unbearable pain of her human body would be an amazing sight to behold. A micro burst of energy blast forth into the universe, filled with amazing sparkles of every color known to man. I had the pleasure of sharing this vision with her before her death, and then to have the gift of a tiny voice whisper in my ear, I was right its just like I told her it would be, amazing and beautiful so amazing that no humanly words could even begin to explain the beauty of that moment.
Then a few short months ago, the dream came to me, at the time I did not make the connection. But now 2 months and 12 days later which is also my physical birth date of 02/12, in the early dawn hours, awaken by an amazing thunder storm in Dec. I understand that moment fully. The dream was different I dreamt of standing on a porch and watching lightening strike a wire, watching it spin widely with colors, colors similar to the vision I had a few years back, but the connection between the two was not yet clear. The energy was amazing and I was not afraid, I was drawn to the sight of it, its beauty and power flowed through the wire down to a corner, and turned the corner and I knew it would hit a near by transformer box, I was not afraid of its power, I was drawn to it. The moment it struck the transformer box it burst into spinning circles of lights, lights of every color know to man, it was amazing and beautiful, yet I did not understand the message. Until this moment, the moment of this early morning dawn awaking to the strange December thunder storm. When I knew I had the vision of death, and it was not dark and something to fear or be saddened by, but that moment in time when the energy of our spirit, leaves the mass of our human body behind is one of the most amazing moments in time. That moment when our spirit is returned to its natural state of pure untamed energy. Energy flowing freely in the universe continuing on its journey of helping and healing of others.
My son James wrote a poem years ago, and the very last line is “where can a man go when the straight line curves.” It is also my son Jamie as I always called him, which became that dream. That beautiful array of pure energy burst forth into the universe in that moment of his death. His death was caused by a car coming around a curve, and hitting them head on. The connection to the dream is crystal clear now, I saw his death coming, and did not make the connection until this moment in time. When true understanding was born, in this very moment, these moments of darkness filled with sorrow beyond believe, and the depths of emotions we tend to avoid.
We are truly energy, and our body is the mass. The truths of science are connected to the spiritual understanding of our being. That moment in time, when our energy leaves behind the earthly weight of our body, is a moment of amazement beyond human understanding, leaving behind the feelings of emotions we tend to avoid, or those emotions we have the hardest time walking through. But born from those emotions, is an understanding, a gift of my life time to truly know without a doubt why I was drawn to the darkness and emotions others tend to avoid. Because from my own path, my own depths of sorrow and this walk on earth I was given the gift, the gift of truly understanding the connections of life and death. The connection between body and spirit; we do not die, we just transform into a more natural state of being, we return to the universe as energy, just as we arrived. I would not trade those visions, and understanding; to have seen the beauty of that moment not once but twice for all the happiness and joy in the humanly world. For it is through my own darkness and depths of sadness that this gift was born. While I will journey on and still miss the physical presence of my son, his energy is with me always, protecting me and guiding me until my own moment in time.
A Tribute to Jamie(James) Booe
Monday, August 4, 2008
Will you Dance with me?
Will you dance with me... if I sing a song of death?
Will you beat the drum with me... if you know not what it brings?
Will you offer up your breath...?
And fall into the darkness of life...
Without knowing...
Will you give when you have nothing more to give then life itself?
Will you turn your back on love and light...
And take that leap of faith into the unknown...
Will you run through the fields of dark clouds... and dance in the rain of sorrow and confusion...
Will you step through the foggy mist that rises from the bog below...?
Will you empty your soul of all you know?
Will you offer up your blood from the sword that wounds your heart...?
Will you cut new wounds, and offer fresh new blood, for those who are unwilling...
Will you fill your chalice with poison from my cauldron, knowing it might very well take your last breath?
Will you cast your own shadows on the forest walls? And dance in the darkness of delight..?
Will you turn your back on all the safety your life offers, and take that step into the unknown realms of the ghost people?
Will you hear their cries in the night, or cloudy day?
Will you turn your back on those who have walked before you, and never heed their warning call?
Will you test your will, your faith, and offer up more then ever before?
Will you leave behind all that you have come to know and love earthy possessions, hearth and fires that keep you warm?
Will you accept your fate, without force, nor slight of hand?
Or will you rage into the night, fighting the fight not knowing if you will win or loose, or if the end be the same?
Do you fear what things may come... so paralyzed by life itself that you find you have really never lived.....?
Life and death... its all in the same... new birth awaits... on the footsteps of death itself...
Paving the way of the future, carved from the past...
But you fear the labor pains of birth itself,
Never breaking the water of death and allowing new light to enter through the tunnel of your own darkness...
So will you dance with me if I sing a song a death...?
Will you embrace the blood that flows from between your legs and sings of cleansing pain?
Will you range against the flow of the river of life, never learning how to float in delight... whether you are in light or dark or kind of heart?
Sorrow you push me away... sadness you wish to over come, cramps of life I give to you, but you moan and cry and try and hide...
Stopping the flow, catching the blood that is carried and flushed away... never learning to embrace...
I am the voice in the shadowy darkness that you fear, but I am not fear itself, that is your own to carry and burden your weight.
So if I sing a song of death will you truly dance with me?
Or will you once again run and try and hide, behind the sunlight of another day?
Knowing I will return in the darkness... and call out your name, with the caw of the raven who sings to your soul...
It’s written in the roots of trees, it's written in the stars above... I have your name placed within my cauldron, of darkness...
Neither by your choice nor mine... it just is...
Acceptance or virtue...shame or guilt,
Sadness or joy... you will come to know me all the same...
Blood that flows from your veins is mine to drink... to nourish, to heal...
But you have the choice... to dance with me, or wait until another day....
Run my child if that is your wish.... it proves your lack of faith....gives in to the fear....
It serves me none
But when you are ready... you will fill your chalice, and drink your lives last breath... sooner or later... it will come to all...
I am the Morrigan, the hooded raven who calls your name, the crow of the farmer's fields by your side, you know me, for you and I are the same, we shadow each other, I am within you.... when you look in the mirror you see my face, tether and worn from trails of time...
But I lift the wrinkly veil, and I am beauty to behold to all... glamour of the fae I call my own... queen of the night... of darkness and despair, fear I boil and toil within other's but not you my child...take my hand.. And dance will me and I will teach you now my song of death...
Black wings that find silent flight at midnight, casting shadows on the darkness no one else can see... black as night... light is right, your raven eyes see through them all...
Red is the hood I wear, so paint me now, with your blood, offer to me in the moonless night,
Your gift of life....
And answer me now, without knowing... what I ask...
Will you dance with me if I sing a song of death?
©Mor`inanna EagleSong 2006+
Will you beat the drum with me... if you know not what it brings?
Will you offer up your breath...?
And fall into the darkness of life...
Without knowing...
Will you give when you have nothing more to give then life itself?
Will you turn your back on love and light...
And take that leap of faith into the unknown...
Will you run through the fields of dark clouds... and dance in the rain of sorrow and confusion...
Will you step through the foggy mist that rises from the bog below...?
Will you empty your soul of all you know?
Will you offer up your blood from the sword that wounds your heart...?
Will you cut new wounds, and offer fresh new blood, for those who are unwilling...
Will you fill your chalice with poison from my cauldron, knowing it might very well take your last breath?
Will you cast your own shadows on the forest walls? And dance in the darkness of delight..?
Will you turn your back on all the safety your life offers, and take that step into the unknown realms of the ghost people?
Will you hear their cries in the night, or cloudy day?
Will you turn your back on those who have walked before you, and never heed their warning call?
Will you test your will, your faith, and offer up more then ever before?
Will you leave behind all that you have come to know and love earthy possessions, hearth and fires that keep you warm?
Will you accept your fate, without force, nor slight of hand?
Or will you rage into the night, fighting the fight not knowing if you will win or loose, or if the end be the same?
Do you fear what things may come... so paralyzed by life itself that you find you have really never lived.....?
Life and death... its all in the same... new birth awaits... on the footsteps of death itself...
Paving the way of the future, carved from the past...
But you fear the labor pains of birth itself,
Never breaking the water of death and allowing new light to enter through the tunnel of your own darkness...
So will you dance with me if I sing a song a death...?
Will you embrace the blood that flows from between your legs and sings of cleansing pain?
Will you range against the flow of the river of life, never learning how to float in delight... whether you are in light or dark or kind of heart?
Sorrow you push me away... sadness you wish to over come, cramps of life I give to you, but you moan and cry and try and hide...
Stopping the flow, catching the blood that is carried and flushed away... never learning to embrace...
I am the voice in the shadowy darkness that you fear, but I am not fear itself, that is your own to carry and burden your weight.
So if I sing a song of death will you truly dance with me?
Or will you once again run and try and hide, behind the sunlight of another day?
Knowing I will return in the darkness... and call out your name, with the caw of the raven who sings to your soul...
It’s written in the roots of trees, it's written in the stars above... I have your name placed within my cauldron, of darkness...
Neither by your choice nor mine... it just is...
Acceptance or virtue...shame or guilt,
Sadness or joy... you will come to know me all the same...
Blood that flows from your veins is mine to drink... to nourish, to heal...
But you have the choice... to dance with me, or wait until another day....
Run my child if that is your wish.... it proves your lack of faith....gives in to the fear....
It serves me none
But when you are ready... you will fill your chalice, and drink your lives last breath... sooner or later... it will come to all...
I am the Morrigan, the hooded raven who calls your name, the crow of the farmer's fields by your side, you know me, for you and I are the same, we shadow each other, I am within you.... when you look in the mirror you see my face, tether and worn from trails of time...
But I lift the wrinkly veil, and I am beauty to behold to all... glamour of the fae I call my own... queen of the night... of darkness and despair, fear I boil and toil within other's but not you my child...take my hand.. And dance will me and I will teach you now my song of death...
Black wings that find silent flight at midnight, casting shadows on the darkness no one else can see... black as night... light is right, your raven eyes see through them all...
Red is the hood I wear, so paint me now, with your blood, offer to me in the moonless night,
Your gift of life....
And answer me now, without knowing... what I ask...
Will you dance with me if I sing a song of death?
©Mor`inanna EagleSong 2006+
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