I met a Deadly Snake the other day.
On a path of which there was no other
way.
His rattles warned me he was standing
his ground
That it was I who must now turn around.
The path was narrow and I have traveled
long.
And from the way I had come he seemed
to belong.
I stood still like the stone, staff in
hand but did not use its power to command.
Like my self this snake belongs to and
has equal claim to the land.
We stared intent at each other for a
time.
Each talking the others measure before
a crime.
At last his rattles he lay to rest .
Slithered across my feet while to
frozen my heart did its best.
And then he turned, his tongue darting
an looked back at me.
In my mind I hear him say, yes it is
possible peace to be.
With respect and patience we can share
the way you see.
Suddenly of dust and Sunlight Sparking
like fire a dJinn rose from its hidden bed.
Slowly becoming a flaming form, smiled
and said in words my ears heard and not my head.
Old Druid friend I see you are still
wise, even now in this long since reborn.
When so many have lost the knowledge of
old true ways but not you little acorn.
Oh Bless the old Gods of our ancient
Ley
Some still remember and follow the old
way.
Peace and Properer little Brother of
our Ancient OAK.
For you have learned that fear is but
humanities enslaving yoke.
The Druid King
Dedicated to all that walk the ancient
way of the Ley.
And understand that yes life does come
another day.
Copyright George King May 1, 2012
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