We the golden flying souls who are guardians
have returned to awaken the great Night Mother
called Fire. We were offered to hold one circle and
one veil this lifetime, four millenniums ago.
If you should come near us, we only appear as
shining lights, because our dream bodies
are made of storming clouds with
Witches and wizards have often invoked us,
thinking they have the powers to control –
we answer their calls with chaos, revealing
who has paid soul debt and who has not.
Natural phenomena is no match for the
primal Dreamers of fog and cloud.
Do you remember the Saint’s Fire? Well, we
saw the blood of Pagans on their hands, just
as we saw Pagans with the blood of Shamans on
theirs. Great circles always return and give humanity
its signs which are now completed. We ring our
Abhorson Bells, primal chimes which both stir
the beautiful, along with the living dead.
It is time to begin – as we pour forth a handful
of our soul’s salty water into your circles of
magic & mirror – because Eternity is now
standing right here.
~ a phoenix poem
Kaljo Põllu (1934-2010) Estonian Artist,
Kuu vikerkaar. Sarjast Kalivägi. 1983. Metsotinto.