Click on the the above for the Song of Amergin by Lisa Gerrard
I hear the change of the season, in the rustle of dried leaves, in the cawing amongst the crows. Yesterday a cool breeze swept down through the trees and instantly I was transported home, across the ocean standing on a high hill overlooking the Clyde. There is no constant but change and I welcome this next great shift in the wheel of the year. Day and night now move into balance, leaves begin their journey back to the earth and changes shift within us.
I hear the words of Amergin call. I get goosebumps, his song through time, space – where both really have little meaning.
Change offers a new perspective, a new beginning, a new cycle. We shape shift, imagine all the different perspectives in this world, realities within realities through time. Play with this, take a different perspective, see something differently, feel something differently – their is magic in the air!
I am a stag: of seven tines,
I am a flood: across a plain,
I am a wind: on a deep lake,
I am a tear: the Sun lets fall,
I am a hawk: above the cliff,
I am a thorn: beneath the nail,
I am a wonder: among flowers,
I am a wizard: who but I
Sets the cool head aflame with smoke?
I am a spear: that roars for blood,
I am a salmon: in a pool,
I am a lure: from paradise,
I am a hill: where poets walk,
I am a boar: ruthless and red,
I am a breaker: threatening doom,
I am a tide: that drags to death,
I am an infant: who but I
Peeps from the unhewn dolmen, arch?
I am the womb: of every holt,
I am the blaze: on every hill,
I am the queen: of every hive,
I am the shield: for every head,
I am the tomb: of every hope.
Song of Amergin translated by Robert Graves, from The White Goddess