DreamLand

DreamLand by Robert Carol

When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away.

Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,
From out the vanished ages,
With solemn pace and reverend face
Appear and pass away.

The blaze of noonday splendour,
The twilight soft and tender,
May charm the eye: yet they shall die,
Shall die and pass away.

But here, in Dreamland's centre,
No spoiler's hand may enter,
These visions fair, this radiance rare,
Shall never pass away.

I see the shadows falling,
The forms of old recalling;
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away. 

Greetings Seeker, only a short post today, and I will spare you my poetry and instead share the above by Robert Carol that I came across today! The words spoke to me on many levels, but I need time to dwell upon them before I can put my thoughts together and do the topic of other realms and alternate realities true justice, I may return to it shortly, or perhaps a bit further into the future!

This weekend is my 1 in 4 off from work, so I will have time to tidy the house, visit the allotment and put things in order, sort out some of the homebrew (needs finnings adding and possibly some to bottle), fetch Bear over for some more discussions and work on the new Earthshrine group that we are called to form, possibly investigate a site close by for Ritual use, then cook a nice meal for Lee (who is working), Bear and myself! Rest assurred I will share the outcomes of discussions and visits with you!