Schrödinger’s Cat

The Strings bind the tides of Time.

Allowing our Souls to create the Rhyme

Schrödinger’s Cat was not Blind.

Nor the Druids lost in Time

And Summerland is just of of Phase..

So know you Well. the gods you Praise.

TDK 01-12-2015

Mataha Druii

The Sun is bright but speaks only to the Leaves.

The Moon is mysterious but speaks only to the Roots.

The Moray Eel is shy quick and deadly but speaks only to the Soul.

The Mataha Druid is Old and perhaps even wise.
Shy like the Moray, has heard the songs of Sun and Moon.

Knows the depths of Sky and Sea and carries the feather of Summerland's way.

Yet He or She teaches few, for rare are those that would fair pay.
And our Ley is old our way even older, our woods dark and deep.

Yet the path without a sign was never free nor shall it ever be.

TDK / The Druid King

Copyright George King December 2014



  

Bells on the Ley

I walk alone the darken Ley

Bells gently ringing my sacred Way.

Just me Stars and Silver Moon.

Both Candles and Lover to whom I Swoon.

Come Morning to most it is just a Road.

Yet to Druid it is part of our ancient Code.

Scars we left so deep in the Dragon's Land.

From our times before that of modern Man.

When Druid and Fae broke the Ice to free the Way.

Little did we see the Hell that Earth would become Today.

With great Power we burned through the Frozen Rock and Clay

But with love of Earth that Man has lost in centuries of Moral Decay.

And now most Druii are gone with First Forest and all Fae.

For those Druid left we are but Shadow Ghost of lost Yesterday.

Still each morn we call the Sun and it comes again.

Till last when we are none and Darkest Evil will have Won.

TDK / The Druid King



Copyright George King October 10, 2014

Runic year 2264. 

Autumn's Cool

Ah

Autumn's Cool has finally come to our Ley

Winter Queen sings softly as she begins to hold sway.

Yet for me much work lies ahead with each cool day.

The Veil thins yet on practical I must focus and stay the way

While the Old oness come and whisper memories of long ago yesterday.

Moon Rising in the Fog.

TDK

The Druid

Like the Oak we change the land . 

Roots deep that never sleep.

Making Soil where there was sand.

Body reaching for the Stars.

Till Lighting or Age bring us down.

Yet from root or Acorn we do another round.

Squirrel Bird and even Man.

They come and go like shadows across the land.

Yet Sun - Moon - Rain and Snow.

These better than most we understand.

And We, the Fae - with the Gods, will be back.

Sans Glamour  -  to reclaim our Land.





Penned in Runic Era 2264


Moon Rising

Babel Risen


TDK / The Druid King



Copyright George King October 02, 2014 

The Dead

Gede we were and soon all be .

Flesh to dust Bones to Stone.

Ride the Wind be never Alone.

TDK

Summerlands Hard Road, Death for The Living

Death of those Near and Dear always hurt the living.

 Whether Family, Lover Friend or Scale Feather Fur. 

Here are a few Blogs I have done to Try and help Druid, Pagan or just friend in these Happy Sad times.

Summerland Soul Watch 

http://hoodoo-vodou-druido-grove.blogspot.com/2013/10/summerland-soul-watch.html

"Death only hurts the Living" TDK

A Druid's Duty to the families and loved ones of the Dead.

http://thedruidking.blogspot.com/2014/04/death-only-hurts-living-tdk.html

Summerland's Crossing (Funeral) Ritual Poems 
What to say or share at this Very Sad and Happy Time.http://hoodoo-vodou-druido-grove.blogspot.com/2014/04/summerlands-crossing-funeral-ritual.html

Shades Kiss

http://soulpearls.blogspot.com/2015/08/shades-kiss.html

Preparing for Death workbook.
http://www.documbase.com/goto/4036337-7dd829fd20c92e5ee15b9c63a15ea5ee/Death-and-Dying-Notebook-final-Hail-and-Welcome%21-%3A%3A-The-Druid.pdf

Funeral Rite for Burial
http://www.pagan-transitions.org.uk/Funeral%20rite%20for%20burial.pdf

Moon Rising on us all
TDK / The Druid King