Breeze, 
Gentle breeze, 
and green earth 
under my feet.
What is this place 
out of time 
and space?

The emerald serpent 
has bitten me, 
and fire invaded.

Breeze, 
gentle breeze, 
and with green earth 
under my feet.

I walk into
This place 
out of time,
full of desire 
for Life
that pulses, 
from the warmth 
and bees flying,
flower to flower. 

Breeze, 
gentle breeze,
and green earth 
under my feet.

I hear 
the distant sea,
Her roaring 
voice calls to me,
and I dance
one with the waves.
Touching green earth 
under my feet.

I tasted
the sweet fig
from this holy tree.
The seed 
Of lust 
Is now in me. 

Breeze,
gentle breeze,
who touches 
my skin
and open me bare,
with fresh 
green Earth 
under my feet. 

I have tasted
every fruit 
of this Eden. 
The knowledge 
of life, love
and lust 
are in me, 
and the Body
is the key,
to Mysteries 
revealed.
This body, 
electric, 
that feels,
smells and dances.
A body that 
tastes and kisses.

In love and pleasure,

A body
that lives.
With this gentle 
breeze, 
and green earth 
under its feet.

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It has been quite some time that I don’t publish any poetry here, so I decided to share one for my first post of February.

A step into the Garden of Eros, and how it unfolded during meditation and by working with the Mysteries.

Uniting body, mind and spirit through Divine Ecstasy.

Down on my tree
I see you.
Your face is the universe,
and your hands 
black as the Cosmos
are on mine.

I see you,
dressed of moonlight.
Moving
space and time 
with dance. 

I see you,
celestial child
of the Mother Divine.
Under blessed Light
I see you, 
and your dance 
reveals to me
the Mysteries
of Her.

I see you,
my sibling of the moon, 
as the Faerie blood 
in me, 
is the same in you. 

I was walking 
in the garden of the Goddess,
purified 
and dressed 
by the infinity 
of the sky.

In this garden 
Born of Her lust, 
The Flower Prince dances,
and His perfume is
this stirring fire.
From Him is the Eros
that brings forth 
Life.
The seduction 
of bees, pollinating,
and the fecundity of
the sacred creatures 
in the Garden...
All come 
from His gift 
which is desire. 

I was walking 
In the Garden of the Goddess,
Cleansed and bare.
Intoxicated,
Full of desire,
Full of Him.
Who was One
With me.

I was walking...

And He led me there, 
by earnest scent 
and burning fire
to this watery 
mirror, reflecting 
the endless
of galaxies.
"Who is this God
In front of me?"
I asked, gazing
The calming surface.

"I am all that you see.
I am you, 
And you are me" 

I was walking 
in the Garden of the Goddess
and the Flower Prince 
danced to me.
In blooming,
The sacred incense 
that was His skin, 
A key to Mystery: 
"Behold! 
And look how Beautiful 
I am!" 
His dance revealed 
to me, what I cannot see: 
A Love that vanishes
within time,
Eternal and ephemeral.

The Mystery of myself.

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- Botanic Garden of Padova, Italy

A very particular poem to me, that I wrote while recovering from surgery. I would spend most the day just laying in bed, staring at my window and imagining life outside. 

As the bird eats
The succulent fruit,
and flowers are kissed
by the host of bees,
I see creatures in my garden
from a world unseen.
Behind perfumed
evergreens.

I see creatures in my garden,
hidden at the trees.
All those luminous eyes
behind the shadows,
staring back at me.

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There is infinity in heaven,
A space in between
Where the land meets the sea.

I walk with my feet
At the pink sand,
In this sacred Island,
alone among the stars.

By perfume of crocuses
and lilies, the trail was made,
to the mysteries of the Grove
where the incense is burnt.

There is Fire within 
all who came in Her name,
In the warmth of spring
with fine linens on our skin,
coming together
In touch and kiss.

And She who bears witness
To this dance of lust,
blesses The land
With ever flowing breasts.

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The Sun can't touch His Flower,
deep in the stillness of the Earth,
this seed that was sacrificed. 
Now the spirit lies
in the land of Eternity, beyond
the threads of time. 

The seed at the Mother's hand, 
From the deepest roots
To rays of light,
Everlasting life
She brings
To the seed that will reborn,
and grow and bloom,
to kiss the Sun's mighty horns. 

- H.Gibaldi

A week after Imbolc/Candlemas nature starts to stir, and life blooms again. The light within the Earth, although faint, grows day by day to fill our senses with its warm.

For this is the promise of the Wheel.

Love is One, and One is All.

I must admit that the idea of the main prompt (facing your own mountain and finding your base camp as a safe space) was somewhat already in my mind. Mountain symbolism is very present in faerie lore and the way I live my spiritual practice, and as I said in one previous post, my creative work is directly related to any spiritual experiences, visions and ideas that I might have.

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So, without over explaining everything, here are the two poems presented at the workshop:

Down the tree house

Sitting by my tree house, 
the grass was on my legs.
Cold and moist, 
I looked for the Sun. 
Far away it was, aligned 
with the mountain top
at the end of stone road. 
There was a calling,
a pulse, beating
one with my heart. 
To the heart of the mountain,
Where Her throne 
Sustained the pillars
To feed the Earth, the animals. 
A throne to all life embrace, 
and invite back to its court
All who came from Her.

The Faerie Queen

Blessed Mother
of land, sea and sky, 
Your mysterious face
veiled by the night. 
Seated on your throne
Under the mountain.
I kiss your dreadful hands,
pale as the moonlight,
when your Shinning children
of flowers,
come to dance 
with the daughters of men. 
And from them, 
their offspring:
Your Special and Hidden children,
those of faerie blood, 
weaving magic from below and above. 

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- Love is One, and One is All.

In solitude through the river,
Ever flowing 
into the perfume of sweet 
lotus and musky woods.

Lonely boat, 
in all your simple
Imperfections,
Carried by the scent,
To the Mother of flowers.
Where two lions stand
At the ivory gates.

Under the moon is Her throne
In everlasting Light.
I put my lips at Her feet
and my hands arise.
In profound adoration
To the Queen of celestial bliss.

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Slowly writing again, after some important changes in the offline(real) life. Also trying to be more dedicated in constructing this publication into something that is able to reflect my creative work in a safe space, away from the hostile environments of other social medias.

This poem (as the majority of things I write, weave and sew), are based on my visions, dreams and ideas about spiritual experiences and the quest for the Invisible. And even though many people might not be interested or aligned with any belief system around the Spirit, I hope it to be at least a nice piece of fantasy that brings a bit more enchantment to your days :)

An explorer of Fall.

Eyes looking at the dirt,
walking among the trees
painted in orange, red 
and brown. Dying leaves 
falling 
to the ground.

Deeper the eyes fell 
for the small beauties,
of gentle snails 
and cracking wood 
sticks,
walking among the leaves 
In this timeless space
of Fall.

In cold and sweet awe,
Through the dark path
to Mother’s lair,
by the perfume of wet earth,
And the music of the wild 
bellow.
Touching consciousness 
in a perfect trance.
Losing Himself 
In this explosion of the senses.
Of all sounds and scents.

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painted in gold in a summertime afternoon.

Their fallen sisters, chopped

Turning into altars to the Mothers,

covered in green leafs and flowers.

It’s how the bees and butterflies

run, swiftly through the winds.

From sage to mistletoe and rosemary,

in this holy garden, away.

Spreading life and seed to the Earth.

It’s how the quiet rain falls,

and little drops bathe

the world bellow.

As we stand here,

cleansed and bare.

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I found Him there

resting

among the dancing trees,

the sweet sweat of His flower crown

blossoming, seducing nature around.

The laughing King of Heavens high,

with golden curls,

gently and softly

touches the open petals with lips.

So the Flower Prince surrenders

to the Sun king's kiss.

There was no part of Him,

That wasn't His.

And then there was life,

In colorful Bliss.