Finnish thunder

The sound of thunder in Finnish skies
Clouds blowing in the sunrise
Roaring spinning in the aether
The lime tree dancing,
In the windy ocean
The ethereal shapes
The heavens turning
The birches are blowing
Ukko’s eyes are burning

Paths

I miss you Scotland

And the paths of my life

I miss my cats

And the gentle youthful nights

I long for how the clouds turn away

Waves in an ocean that can seem far away

In this world where sometimes nothing seems deep

We walk on the earth, traumatised, she seems to gently sleep

As mankind progresses forward, to an end that becomes its end

For a purpose that by its own nature we cannot contend

It seems to leave behind the things at the side of the road

Those reminders, moments of love that nourish our souls

The world seems to go one way, but I want to go back

To find the real meaning, the love that feels to lack

The path of humanity seems straight, going towards the goal

But it is better to move gently, and to sway to and fro

In a world where everything must be efficient and direct

The more about it, I want to reject

And take a twisting path, like a snake over moors

Leading me slowly and eventually to the core

Männyt - Pines

The smell of pines in morning mist

You remind me of times when the world was chaos and bliss

Millions of ages have passed in the mind of the pines

From the times of giant reptiles

Through mother earth as she has rocked and sighed

To the Gaels of the highlands the pine's name is ailm

The first, the oldest, the cleanser of the air

From whence four directions point hither and there

Your name is so old and yet still told

You stand high over lochs in Torridon and to the east

To the vast lands where colours and scents leak

To the mountains of the west across the great sea

Where the Hopi ancestors gazed from mountains free

How I appreciate and love you

Oldest of the trees

Your skeletal forms and your resin in the breeze

You take me home to times long past

For throughout the ages you are the first and the last

When I breathe your smell, time ceases to be

I know the notes of the skies, and I swim the cosmic sea

The stars over Y Berwyn

Starlight is the Welsh secret
Shining over distant hills
The unchanging hope
The Elven light
The Eldar Dancing
Gentle but bright
Be my life kind and good
May I walk beneath your grace
And hear the path of the Awen
Beating in my soul
May I find the roads of the Awen
Set by the Creator
Before the World was born

Plateau in the Ocean

This poem was published in September 2025, but was written in May 2023 on the Isle of Barra in Scotland, but describes something I experienced 7 years earlier on the Isle of Barra, on a similar night in 2016. 

On a night seven years ago 
With whisky in my belly
I walked up under a starry night
The wild blowing heavily

The Mountains silhouetted against the sky
The time that does fly
But in the chaos, the stillness of a scene
Made me think of how things should really be

I saw the vastness of space
From a mountain in the sea
The depths and dimensions of creation
Were revealed to me
I was small and insignificant
Yet somehow, 
I was everything I ever wanted to be

Thunder and Dance of the Spirit

The poem below is not intended to be in any sense sad, depressing, or to indicate giving up on hope - rather, it conveys what can be described as the spirit's voice or mission, a longing to find a way home to oneself in this human life, and how society, or for example experience of rejection and a lack of hope can cause a person to feel hopeless in romantic love. Nevertheless this poem doesn't speak from a hopeless perspective, but rather from one of finding one's own soul. When the emotional heart does not feel loved, often, I find it is most important to seek one's own spirit, our inner, truest self; not out of ego or through forcing an understanding or reconciliation with ourselves, but rather through letting go of certain things about the past, fears of living, inhibitions and inner daeomons, and giving ourselves a chance to believe in luck and to trust in our spirit. The last line, "Before this moment strays away", is akin to that, whilst timing is important - there is never going to be a perfect time to start listening to our spirit, and to listen to our hope and luck in the life, and, the choice really, is always now, right now.