Keys of the Green Kingdoms - Key 7
Key 7 - Faerie Travellers
Cap of invisibility
Cap of indivisibility.
From whence do the elements separate?
From the instant of central balance.
From what flows the certainty of form?
From the heartbeat between what was
And what will be.
At the corner of sight
Eyeblink or distant lightning?
What you know will blind you.
The oldest foundations are no longer in sight.
The ancestors watch this world, all have names,
Sing their genealogy, have woven you.
Sink into the weave
The world wears you.
Wear yourself lightly
Leaving no footprints
Key 7 - Faerie Travellers
Cap of invisibility
Cap of indivisibility.
From whence do the elements separate?
From the instant of central balance.
From what flows the certainty of form?
From the heartbeat between what was
And what will be.
At the corner of sight
Eyeblink or distant lightning?
What you know will blind you.
The oldest foundations are no longer in sight.
The ancestors watch this world, all have names,
Sing their genealogy, have woven you.
Sink into the weave
The world wears you.
Wear yourself lightly
Leaving no footprints
Key 7 - Faerie Travellers
Cap of invisibility
Cap of indivisibility.
From whence do the elements separate?
From the instant of central balance.
From what flows the certainty of form?
From the heartbeat between what was
And what will be.
At the corner of sight
Eyeblink or distant lightning?
What you know will blind you.
The oldest foundations are no longer in sight.
The ancestors watch this world, all have names,
Sing their genealogy, have woven you.
Sink into the weave
The world wears you.
Wear yourself lightly
Leaving no footprints
A key that does not fit is simply an ornament.
A door that does not open is unnoticed by those passing by.
The Green Kingdoms overlay the physical presence of Nature with their spiritual (non-physical) realities.
In some places a thin veil only separates land from land so the music of one interweaves that of the other.
'Keys to the Green Kingdoms' are environmental essences made in the Western Isles, the Hebrides, which retain mythic ambiguity and so the language of the ordinary everyday stutters and falls silent.
All our essences can be supplied as non-alcoholic pilules on request.
All our essences are made from the flowers of the trees and places by the traditional, handmade, sunlight method in the UK.