I Am Lothlorien

I am Lothlorien,
the land between the worlds.
You brought me to life with your
dreams, your sweat, your tears, your lives.

I am Lothlorien,
land of the elves and those unseen
who live between the worlds.
You birthed me with your rituals, your spells.
I live and breathe. I AM.

I am Lothlorien,
I am Thunder, Lightening, Avalon, Ent.
I am Unicorn Meadows, Fairie and Dark Wood.
Do not take me lightly!

I am Lothlorien.
Do you not hear my heart beat in the
echo of your drums?
Do you not feel the fall and rise of
my breast as you sleep in my arms?
Have you forgotten??

I am Lothlorien,
the Ancient One -
Here before time began,
A silent witness to creation.

I am Ishtar, Isis, Cerredwyn, Diana.
I am Herne, Cerrunous, the Green Man, Pan.
I am the named and the nameless.
I AM.

I am Lothlorien.
Come! Walk with me between the worlds!
Listen to the trees as they draw near and
call your name.
Feel my spirit surround and touch you as you
walk between the worlds with me.
I am Lothlorien.
I am real, alive, living, breathing.
See me in the unseen beings who guard
your camp, whose magic surrounds you.
Have you forgotten??

I am Lothlorien.
I am here because you remembered me
hidden in the mists of time.
I am here because you dared to live
your dream!

I am Lothlorien.
I am seen only by those with eyes to
see; and heard by those only with ears to hear.
I heal those who come to me and I myself
weep tears of anguish, and bleed when wounded,
when you wound each other.

I am Lothlorien.
I am she who has lived a thousand lives,
Laughter, tears, joy, sorrow - I took it
all into my heart, asking nothing in return.

I am Lothlorien, and now I ask you to
Remember why I am here, why you brought
me into being.
Heal me now! I weep for you.
Do not let me die because of your refusal to heal.

I am Lothlorien and now I need you. I need the gift you are that perhaps you
don't yet see.
I need your leadership, your cooperation,
your love.
I need you to put aside your differences and
remember you are one with me!

I am Lothorien.
I am a living, breathing being.
Do not let me die. Do not let go of the dream.
For it is alive in every person who ever
walked this land.

I am Lothlorien.
Have the courage to continue my
growth and transformation.
Bring your gifts to my altar - I need all
of them - I need you.
I am Lothlorien. I am you.

Marilyn Zack
November 2002

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you are trudging seems all up hill
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must but don't you quit
Life is queer with its twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out
Don't give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the cloud of doubts
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far
So stick to fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit!

Author unknown

In Sandy's Eyes

I saw the assassins' captured plane,
the terrorized people and the flames
and the newscasters said we are shocked...
but why be shocked if we're all to blame?
I didn't kidnap anybody
or directly threaten anyone's life
but we live in relative comfort
in minds relatively free of strife.
So we're all grappling with our problems
and our superficial bubble bursts.
We're forced to reintroduce ourselves
to our own insanity that thirsts
for more chaos that confuses us.
We can't see the forest for the trees
nor all the wood elves in the woodlands.
And we can't even see you and me.
We manufacture most disasters
and our beautiful core dreams get lost
to this monstrous mass reaility.
And we all pay the ultimate cost.
Because we pay for this madness with our lives
and we all realize we support the lies,
yet I see something dif'frent in Sandy's eyes.
There I can find reassurance in magic
and I can find my way to utopia
where I can roam the Earth that we all cherish
and my will is the will of the universe
changing in infinite cycles of the wheels.
And the love that I feel is more real than bombs.
The love that I feel is more real than our mass destruction.
So I won't be taken hostage by "bad guys"
or be imprisoned by others' stupidity.
I can just be here and maybe I'll remain
in Sandy's eyes...

-Steven J. "Stewy" Lualdi
09-11-2001

UP TO GREEN

Way up in the dark green mountains
where the ferns grow upon the hill
In a cabin lived a woman
by the name of Iris McGill
Her long hair flowed red around her
in swirling fronds of bright
and wrapped her wet and naked body
when she bathed in pale moonlight.

He knew he must go to her
though he heard the legends foretell
that one who touched this forbidden woman
would sudden misfortune befell
But he knew he loved her deeply sincere
in absence of even a touch
and would never befoul this creature of light
such beauty he had never beheld.

On a midnight in May in full moon
he ventured into those dark woods
Climbed up the ridge to her doorstep
with flowers he picked as he could.
Alone she stepped out to greet him
with no words but only strong eyes
And in those deep eyes she did capture him
He was lost in the rapture of sighs.
She told him the secret of angels
that come here to visit this place
how anyone who came through the lovestream
Could find peace up here from the race.
The Father made these green cathedrals
For silence and solace and peace
and peaceful communion with spirit
to find its most fruitful release.
But he told her the legend of misfortune
that would come if one dared here to reach
And she smiled, kissed his face and told him
that humans always fear what they preach.
When you feel that you're worthy, then you can be
If you don't you'll just die by degree
So reach up into the mountains for beauty
May it always come fresh with mystery.
He said, Iris, you are a flower
but the world there is filled up with weeds
And she said, even weeds bloom with fragrance
If all would, folks wouldn't have many needs
Go back down to life as you know it
And make it mean something else again
You're not weeds, for weeds are in the wrong place
And the world is your place, my friend.
With your free wills you really can make it
better with each love smile you send.
Go live it and come visit again.

He made his way back to the common
the necessities that come every day
And all the people and things that he looked upon
He could see them in a whole new way.
As our chance to touch spirit in this life
for free wills make the world what it is
And to replenish that lovelight that inspires us
We can visit sweet Iris to be kissed
in the Father's great natural bliss.
Up in green hills of mystery and mist.