Promise of rebirth

Many of us can see the manipulations of fear based mind control, we will see the light but we just have to hold our position!

 Molti di noi possono vedere le manipolazioni del controllo mentale basato sulla paura, vedremo la luce ma dobbiamo solo mantenere la nostra posizione!

Promise of rebirth

Last Exit To Prague

Graham De Wilde; Private Investigator (a)

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline
This song is scheduled to be included in the new album 'Portraits'.

The Freedom To Love Life More

The beak-faced, egg-breasted Bird Mother is the oldest known supernatural deity and she was worshipped in the oak groves of these isles long before any other more humanoid entities.

I wrote this after learning that frequency spectographic research found the dawn chorus builds, with its sound, what looks like cathedrals of light. (More here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2021/01/14/the-cathedrals-of-light-sung-by-the-dawn-chorus/) 

I am very grateful to APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) for composing such enchanting music. You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 

Music by APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), January 2024 

Cover Art: Detail from a stained glass window at Dornoch Cathedral in the Scottish Highlands, taken by John Haslam. 

Poem: 

All honour to the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her eye of the Moon. 
Our groves were grown for her Offertory 
and even now that they have become churches, 
her birds still intone sonic cathedrals of light 
to wind Saturn’s clock for each new day ... 
and will do for so long as the Earth is.

The murmuring Starlings keep vigil in the dark, 
sparkling in their bright constellations. 
A Long-Eared Owl hoots the Magnificat 
through the cloisters, to prepare the Mass 
for the sleep-dreaming congregations. 

An Eagle arrives at the lectern 
to conduct the Liturgy of Hours, 
its hawkwind-breath inspires and expires 
through the lead-slated roofs and copper spires, 
with prayers reaching up to Her flower-decked bower.
Then a Martin begins the morning Matins 
by swift-spiralling above to show 
we’re all part of the round robin rhyme 
of the tic-tocking Wheel of Time, 
here in our nests and bowers down below. 

At Lauds, a Lark ascends through tree-lined arches 
into the heavenly fan vaulting, 
a glorious Gloria trilling on its tongue, 
that the Sun will keep its promise 
that a new day will come, 
its joy unstinting and unhalting, 
As through the leaded panes of the old church Quire, 
skies are turning from blusher to butter, 
while songbirds in serried ranks, brightly arrayed, 
are chirping and whistling a dawn chorus of praise 
to Her Blessedness, the egg-breasted Bird Mother.

At Prime, a Peregrine Falcon flies to the tower, 
to squawk in the new Sun. 
Then a Torquoise Jay emerges at Terce 
to Gregorian chant the chapter and verse, 
now that the third hour after dawn has come. 

White Swans take flight from their lakes 
to lead the sublime symphony of Sext. 
They soar past choirs of stone-winged angels 
to ring the bells and the Summer Triangle, 
all down the nave and through the transepts. 

Next it’s the turn of a red-cloaked Cardinal.
He intones a psalm, accompanied by a bassoon. 
It is Nones, which marks the ninth hour since sunrise, 
and so we have now reached mid-afternoon. 

Long purple shadows are silently descending 
from the wings of a bald-headed Vulture 
flying in for Vespers at this juncture, 
So we know that the day She gave is now ending.

 Finally, at Compline, a black Crow arrives, 
the incense to light, and to recite the Agnus Dei.
He perches on the altar in full magisterium, 
to hoarsely croak out a sombre Requiem, 
“...aeternum dona eis, Domine.” 
to bring down the thick velvet curtain of night. 

And then a Robin sings the Last Rites. 

All this, in honour of the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her Eye of the Moon.

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

A Cathedral of Birds

Silence

Overcoat

Finn's song

Sünnipäevaks K'le

Let Nature Take Its Course

Olin poole ööni poole une peal
Sest magama jääda ei julenud ammugi
Seda ilma on liialtki üle pea
Ma räuskasin läppunud õhku ja lahkusin.

Meeled veel avatud, laman
Vasak kõrv lukustund padjal
Ja see senine elu käib ripsme alt läbi
Sinu hääl, valgus ning lõhnad ja pihita häbi

Kõik need lämmatud’ soovid ja unelmad
Kõik planeeritu, milledel lõigatud juhtmed
Planeedid, mis lähemalt vaadates surnud
Kõik soe, mis sind oodates tuhmub

Aastavahetused, hõiked ja siiras soojus silmis
Möödapanemised, lõiked ning ropud pornofilmid
Ajutisus organismis, arutud teooriad
Äiksevihmad, huuled klaasil, valutu eufooria.

Maailm enam ei üllata, ja oh, kas tahaks?
See on lihtsalt maailm, nii omas mahlas
Tunast muusikat kuulates pea tõuseb pinnale
Sirguvad tiivad ning lõug langeb rinnale,

Mu kurgus on lõpmatu leitsaku vari
Ja aknad on avatud akende poole
Emmates langeb mu kopsudest veri
Näib võimatu lubada pilke su hoolde.

Trammiputkasse sinine ämbritäis kulda
Nutsin kojusõidul pärast viimast silpi
Klammerdun, siit sinu abita läbi ei tulda,
Ent kui ulataks käe, siis riivaksin pilti.

Ma sooviksin avada ennast su silmis,
Ent tean, et see hävitaks poolikud hetked
Oled see, mida endale hommikuil kingid,
Kardan kukkuda kiigelt, loomingut pettes.

Mu õlad on parkund verandakušetti
Kangestund uiduga mööduvad lennukid
Küüned, mis krabavad puuri mu hetki
Hämarus äratab öökapi-elusid.

Sünnipäevaks K'le

FreiherrM

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