The Tiger's Leap

I Saw the Man.  His figure reached from earth to heaven and was clad in a purple mantle. He stood deep in foliage and flowers and his head, on which was the head-band of an initiate, seemed to disappear mysteriously in infinity.  Before him on a cube-shaped altar were four symbols of magic — the sceptre, the cup, the sword and the pentacle.  His right hand pointed to heaven, his left … More Destruction Perfects that which is Good

“A hill there is,” answered she, “not far away from here, where elves have their haunt. Now get you the bull that Cormac killed, and redden the outer side of the hill with its blood, and make a feast for the elves with its flesh. Then thou wilt be healed.” —Cormac’s Saga The crops have … More Happy Alfablot!

“This dew-like life will fade away”—Dogen “Truly, to be whole is to return”—Daodejing   The only truth that exists is found deep in the forest, When the rush of the stream, swollen with spring rain, Drowns out the noise of the mind and the human world beyond. The proud, defiant self melts into oblivion, In … More The Dreamlike Realm

A dollar a month would go a long way to ensuring that I can regularly produce new content! Thanks to all my supporters. https://www.patreon.com/runewhisper “Hu seo þrag gewat genap under nihthelm, swa heo no wære. How that time has passed away dark under the cover of night as if it had never been.”

Observing the wreckage of the Second World War from his high tower on the Californian coast, Robinson Jeffers wrote, “Look, you grey stones: Civilization is sick: stand awhile and be quiet and drink the sea-wind, you will survive civilization.” Jeffers adamantly opposed American involvement in the Second World War and the poems he wrote during … More “You Will See Monsters”

“Heaven and earth aren’t humane.”—Daodejing “Faeries dance in the meadow and the leaf-crowned Nacken plays his fiddle in the silvery brook.”—Stagnelius Let us reject the classic anarchist motto “no gods, no masters,” and proudly declare that the Earth and it’s Spirits are our Gods and Masters. By what right does humanity claim its independence from the forces? … More In the Milky, Dim Strangeness Lies the Way

“The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those that ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.” In his twilight days, man dreams of his death. A lonely figure upon the cliff top gazing out over a black stormy sea under an iron sky. Beneath the stone, the volcanic consciousness pulses. The eyes beyond … More What Does the World Dream?