Calling the four quarters of Trees, the Sacred Grove

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I call to thee
Spirits of the Northern realm
Where the deep roots dwell
Tendrils of Magick yearning
Fathomless and ancient
That hallowed crucible
From which life springs
And the everlasting Pine
Grows Strong
To You I harken well
And beckon thee
To allow me to stay steadfast
‘Neath your branches.

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I call to thee
Spirits of the Eastern realm
Where Cherry blossoms play upon the wind
Wrapping branches to the strings
Of a fine tuned Shamisen
That ethereal dance
Echoing throughout the centuries
A reminder in celebratory colours
Of traditional remembrance.
To you I harken well
And beckon thee
To allow me to stay spirited
‘Neath your branches.

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I call to thee
Spirits of the Southern realm
Where rolled Oak leaves shelter
Forming protective barriers
In Old World canopies
Rays of light illuminate
Inner chemistry
That spark which infuses fate
With an indomnitable will
To you I harken well
And beckon thee
To allow me to stay invigorated
‘Neath your branches.

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I call to thee
Spirits of the Western realm
Where the branches kiss the river side
And the Willow weeps
The lady heals all wounds which ache
A song deep into the soul
A whisper in the twilight realms
Voices in the rain
A curtain between veils
To you I harken well
And beckon thee
To allow me to stay fluid
‘Neath your branches.

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– Joanne Morris 2017

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One Response to Calling the four quarters of Trees, the Sacred Grove

  1. Dani says:

    This is wonderful, you’re inspiring me to do more works with trees and Ogham. I am a newer practitioner and I look up to you enormously; I love the way you show how the elements can overlap into other spaces that I hadn’t thought of before.

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