Radiance

kimpitbull123:

❤️ By Ben Ditmars

Originally posted on The Midnight Writer:

I haven’t written very many love poems lately. I used to write a fair amount, but for whatever reason I stopped. Tonight, I thought I’d give them another try.

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the scent of linen
and a confidante are
cures for superannuated
hearts – and she is more
than radiant.

© Ben Ditmars 2014

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Prompt No. 231 by “HeartSoup

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VOWS

kimpitbull123:

A sweet post by Magickal Arts, love her blog✨✨✨

Originally posted on hocuspocus13:

Source: We Heart It
The Wheel prepares to Roll On

My Solitary Ritual honors the Memories of my Loved Ones

A sprig of Rosemary for remembrance

White Candles one lit for each

Antique framed pictures of those who passed over adorn my Alter draped in dark fabric

Fresh cut Fall flowers from the Garden with all their sweet still lasting scent and my just carved Jack-o-Lantern

I take a moment to recall stories of my departed Family and Friends as the sacred light of these candles burn away remembering where my Family started and who it is that I came from

Motivate me with your Winds of Inspiration

May Passion burn brightly within me during the darkest days of the Year

I welcome you into my Circle tonight

The Gates open as my beloved Dead pass through safely to join me here for a brief time

Grounded and Secure I work my Magick

Samhain…fill…

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A sweet post by Clive Johnson

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Long flows your hair upon my moistened chest,
Sweet silken savoured, as by breeze caressed,
As though I am but basking field of wheat,
A golden shimmer ‘neath sun’s own breathless heat.
Where be my earthly bounds, my soil’s repose,
That fertile loam where stout stalk often grows?
Vast spread, it seems, beneath o’erreaching skies,
Of azure face set deep with moon-shone eyes.
At field’s far reach soft stirrings soon begin,
I feel the bound of hedgerows hem me in
Where nightingale and thrush and finch reside,
Sweet soaring songs that mark your limb’s abide.
Drawn down upon the falling eve’s embrace,
Soft scents of fragrant air lend tender grace
To cooler spread of land’s now darkening breast
Where perfumed press, of yours on mine, does rest.
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© Clive S. Johnson 2014

WHISPER…

kimpitbull123:

Love this post

Originally posted on hocuspocus13:

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Powers
Of
The
Stars
Above
And
The
Earth
Below

Chilly
Winds
Of
Autumn
Whisper
To
The
Witches

Immerse
Yourself
In
The
Rhythm
Of
The
Magickal
Ritual

AT SUNDOWN 31 OCTOBER

The
Wall
Opens
Up
Between
Earth
And
The
Underworld

Highest
Holy
Day
The
Witches
New
Year

Grapes
Have
Been
Passed
The
Wine
We
Drink

Pierced
By
The
Skin
Of
The
Fruit

We
Fill
Ourselves
With
Merriment
And
Sorrow

I
Call
You
Now
Sisters
Of
The
Night

Return
To
Home
And
Hollowed
Ground
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A
1000
Witches
Return
To
Dance

Winds
Are
Rising
Brooms
In
Flight

Light
Is
Fading
Away
The
Night
Grows
Longer

Mysteries
Are
Closer

Focus
Our
Hearts
And
Minds
On
What
Is
To
Come
In
The
Future

Drink
Deeply
Of
The
Wisdom
Of
The
Returning
Darkness

Gather
Ye
Witches
Tis
Time
For
Flight…
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Card of the Day — October 22, 2014

kimpitbull123:

Love this!

Originally posted on Nix Finch Tarot:

Since we’re in the final countdown to Halloween, I’m going to just keep using the Halloween Oracle for all of the cards of the day until then.

Today’s card is Joy.

Here we see a character frolicking in the fallen Autumn leaves, but whose face would suggest that they’re not as interested in it as you’d expect them to be.

Today is a day to let go of worries, stress, and other concerns enough that you can look at your life and see all of the things that you can take excitement and happiness in.  Things that only come once in a while, like piles of brightly colored leaves; and things that are there all the time, like the warmth of the sun.

-Nix Finch


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Secret Abode

Originally posted on The Significant Other:

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Again, I stand alone in this dark spot gazing at the tree branches that seem to desire being one with the mist. I was on the same spot ages ago when my feet were still small and my knees wobbly from trying to reach this mystical space I call my secret abode. The beauty I saw then is still the same beauty I am seeing now.

The trees were neither young nor old; its thin branches forever reaching and flirting with the fog. The pungent fragrance of the grass always gives me a calm and blissful feeling, detaching me from the erratic and crazy world I live in. And that peaceful silence hanging on the air adds up to the loveliness of the whole dominion.

Who would not want to stay here a little bit longer? Who would not want to be one with the mist, the trees, the grass…

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