Cynefin

Dolphin dream

Like white-foamed waves that break on lonely beaches. Like the wind’s song where no one hears the wind. They beckon us, I know, but to no purpose –The old forgotten things of humankind.

‘Remembrance’ – From Cofio – Waldo Williams

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In my dream, dolphins played in a friendly sea.

Their joy swelled my heart.

I clapped my hands,

applauding their display and immediately,

they were stilled,

their searching eyes fixed on mine.

In that fleeting moment,

that  recognition of something other than myself,

all my senses were aware of

the ‘other’ in me,

the ‘other’ in them.

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Cynefin

A Welsh word for habitat or place. A place where a being feels it ought to live, where nature around you feels right and welcoming.

Painting -Dolphin Dream – Teri Flynn * Masked Native

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When I was a chid,

I couldn’t imagine where the world began,

or ended.

There was magic in a rainbow,

the friendliness of trees,

countless days to play, to dream,

until fear, shame, guilt, pain,

shadows cast, and the child was lost.

Was love ever here?

Did it begin? Did it end? Why can’t I remember when?

Did you miss me, child, were you lonely then?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dream

In my dream,

dolphins were playing with happy abandonment in a friendly sea.

I watched, enthralled.

Clapped my hands in delight and gratitude for their presence,

for their joy at just being.

My applause stopped their play and in mid-air, half in and half out of the water,

as still as statues, they looked at me.

Locked in their searching gaze,

I was aware of myself,

aware that we saw each other,

in that place of knowing that lies just below the surface of everyday.

Seeing the one in all.

 

Crow

crows

I am crow.

Crow I see.

Black, my colour for Swan to greet.

I am swan. With Crow I see.

White is my colour, for tears to weep

in a river-weed tangle around my beak.

I am the river. With Swan I hold

secrets, to carry and tell to the sea,

where the song of the deep will know the truth,

seen in the eyes of peacock, blue.

I am peacock, a rainbow frieze

of beauty and love and broken dreams.

With phoenix I walk to the setting sun,

the night will soon be overcome.

I am Phoenix. In flames I tread.

From ashes I rise with a golden egg.

Crow wants to know what I can see.

I am Crow. Crow is me.