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The Original Oak

Poet: Georg Feuerstein

Strike not the least cleft into the original wood
lest your head should split from sheer fright
and joy should fade as thoughts rise
like vapor in the porous mind.

The Crone’s Blessing

Poet: Georg Feuerstein

My heart was dancing
     and the sunny blades of grass
     bowed in a gentle breeze.
For one brief afternoon
     I felt at one with everything
     and knew no cares.

Odin’s Ordeal

Poet: Georg Feuerstein

Nine days.
Nine nights.
Speared by his own hand,
     he hung silently
     on the tree at world’s end.

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