Wheel Of the Year: The Last Harvest by Jai Krishna Ponnappan

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Samhain 

Tonight.. tonight... My Friend

Got this feeling... 

& I hope it never ends

Tonight.. tonight... tonight I see

Precious moments that mean everything to me

I wanna be with you

Right here with you

I want to be with you

Right here with you

Tonight.. tonight... it's clear

Dance with shadows

Until morning light appears

Tonight.. tonight... tonight I see

Thrilled more than I thought I'd never been

I wanna stay like this forever

When the music never ends

Can't wait until tomorrow

To hear your voice again

I wanna be with you

Right here with you

I wanna be with you

Right here with you

Don't you wanna be some where.

Don't you wanna be some where..

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Don't you wanna be some where...

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Mabon

Last day of the harvest. 

A Blessed Mabon to You All .

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~ The Ebb & the Flow ~ .

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"Earth, Air, Water and Fire

Grant to us our heart’s desire

Balance now, our troubles be gone

Wash away, and cremate our cares

Make fair and even, the high and the low

Gently pull together, the ebb and the flow

Dark and light in balance be

Bless this harvest and touch its Soul, 

Cleave & purge away the wicked and the impure

From all extremes may you set us free

Both in war, culls untold, and battles unseen

Calm, serene, balanced and peaceful be I

With ease and grace our days will fly

As above and so below, 

Bless this harvest

Bless our circles

Balance to our life thou shall bestow." .

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Lammas

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~ Moon Flower ~

A beautiful Communion .

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The most profound Love

I've ever known can blaze through a mortal man's heart, 

Like a MoonFlower that awakes imagination.

A Truth that blooms within...,

Yet.. without permission.

As I pour into Her Soul,

In the darkness and in the depths

Of a Moonlit night... ,

Love obeys no rules but #LOVE.

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My Beautiful Moon,

My Beautiful dawn,

My Beautiful mornings... .

Thoughts of You awaken like birds... And spread their wings.

Thoughts of You spawn 

From the pure depths of virtuous Kings 

Thoughts and high wings ...take flight into their dawn.

As I dream with my eyes wide open.

I'll always be that child 

So blessed, So safe, and So content

In your loving heart.

When thoughts of You awaken

And spread their wings.

To be lost is to be found,

Deep within the wilderness 

Of Your Endless, 

Sweet & Eternal Dreams

For Deep within your heart 

I'll always remember 

And know is my only home... .

Where thoughts of You awaken

And spread their wings. . .


~Jai Krishna Ponnappan

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Samhain Blessings: Agus Tha Gaol Agam Ort (& I love you.~translated from Gaelic)

Love is fair without favorites. 

Love is just, it knows no bounds, it feels no burdens. 

Humanity is defined by its duality, 

It is lost to the extremes of beauty and ugliness. 

May it know its responsibilities in Love, 

May it find its peace, 

May Eternal and loving Eyes.. 
Guide and Light its way forward
Unto the awakening of dawn,

May you honor these Truths this time of the year,

May You reflect on the inevitability of change, 

May you seek and accept transformation and not escape, 

May you find the seeds of renewal and birth, 

May You respect and learn from the endless 

May you evolve in the wisdom of the old

& May you accept the responsibility
That comes with it all, this time of the Year.

I wish You all a Happy and Safe Celebration.

Just a few words of concern & caution,
.. a sincere and kind reminder from the Heart. 

P.S ~It's about to get a little wet and windy around here;) 

~ Up from the sea, in a lonely hollow ~

~ She rose upon a patch of grass ~

Green and Free, in a land enslaved by debt, 

Her Spirit dances in ecstasy,

As it gathers and piles up in Strength

Fierce against the oppressor,

who rules and robs these kindred Souls

An island of Hope a-midst an ocean of sorrows

On a day I can never forget, I will it so...

A seeker of Truth, I gather and live in All worlds.

Receding and nearing,

The sea lay below me

Receding and nearing,

white, blue and red.

With healing in its hurting

Joy with its breadth held

Swelling and breaking.

I lay thinking of the colors around me,

Her colors that greet my will

As I lay thinking of the colors of Eternity

The colors that forever flood this blissful Heart.

by 

Jai Krishna Ponnappan

~ A Chuisle, A Chroí 
 Tada Gan Iarracht ~

(~ My Pulse, My Heart
Nothing is Done Without effort ~)
You are purged in Light & Truth.....

“Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves,

And the great garths, and stacks, and quiet farms,
And all the tawny, and the crimson leaves.
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms,
Under the star of dusk, through stealing mist,
And blessed the earth, and gone, while no man wist.

With slow, reluctant feet, and weary eyes,
And eye-lids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed, as shadows pass, among the sheep;
While the earth dreamed, and only I was ware
Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.

The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams;
There was no sound amid the sacred boughs.
Nor any mournful music in her streams:
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the yearly slain,
And wept, and weep until she come again.” 

Blessings & Best Regards to You All,
This time of the Year.
My Heart is in You.

Love
~ Jai Krishna Ponnappan



"Cha robh dithis riamh a’ fadadh 
teine nach do las eatarra."

~ Two never kindled a fire but it lit between them.

A New Beginning: May You Come as a Blessing In All of Life's Passing Seasons

                                                         
       Blessed be the longing that brought you here

Remembering John O'Donohue

And that quickens your Soul with wonder

May a secret providence

guide your thought and shelter your feelings

May your Soul be as free as the ever-new waves of the sea.

May you succumb to the danger of growth.

May you live in the neighbourhood of wonder.

May you belong to Love

with the wildness of dance.

May you always know that you are ever-embraced

in the kind circle of God.

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.

For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.

It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.

Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.

Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.

Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your Soul senses the world that awaits you.

The Promise of A Triumphant Spring…..

The Promise of A Triumphant Spring…..


In order to respond, one should become like a mirror. A mirror just reflects; it is never touched or tainted by the images 

Every Spring bursts forth 
with delightful songs of renewal, 

Armed With Love and Life 
for the passions of its Beloved, 

May She come with the song of our glory,

To Wax that expansive Green Heart’s bright Horizon 

And Our One and only Omniscient Forest’s joy,

For Trees on the mountains 
though blasted and cold,

And the rocks in the desert 
send out whispers untold….. 

A cry this Mother hears.. 

Her spirit so free and ever caring, 

Attentive and aroused 
by strong passions and desirous longings,

She stumbles upon this call,

Seeking in her many yearnings.. 

To reply to the gentle Voices of Hibernia,

This My Dear Friend, is thus the Tale of True Triumph and Harmony,

An old lore armed with potent Nectar,

The Bliss of True Love 
born in the deepest of Flowers

A Miracle that makes the Oceans roll 

and the Mountains rise from the bottom less depths…..

A Cycle that Dispels our deepest desolations 

With its Endless and Ineffable Truth. 

A Truth that stills Hearts that are the Bravest 

And bless All among the best of  Nations,

Shall Glory and life abound 
In this the Song of songs.

For it keeps a record of those, the True at Heart,

It keeps its  Vows Strong, Nurtured and Nourished

Entwine in the resonance of this joyful song

Relish in the many Melodies of this Spirit’s Freedom, 

A pause can’t keep Her from Breathing

No stones in Her path can keep her from Singing

For She is led by the Reverberations, 

A Kind Look,

and the Divinity that reaches down and touches her Heart.....

I Wish You All

Blessings of Awakening, Renewal and Love

Heartfelt Regards,

Jai Krishna Ponnappan :)

Respect is What We Owe and Love, What We Give

When Erin First Rose

God made a wonderful mother,A mother who never grows old;He made her smile of the sunshine,And He moulded her heart of pure gold;In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,In her cheeks the fair roses you see;God made a wonderful mother,And He gave that dear mother to me.

When Erin first rose from the dark-swelling flood,

God bless'd the green island, He saw it was good.

The Emerald of Europe, it sparkled, it shone,

In the ring of this world the most precious stone!

In her sun, in her soil, in her station, thrice blest,

With back turn'd to Britain, her face to the West,

Erin stands proudly insular, on her steep shore,

And strikes her high harp to the ocean's deep roar.

But when its soft tones seem to mourn and to weep,

The dark chain of silence is cast o'er the deep;

At the thought of the past, tears gush from her eyes,

And the pulse of the heart makes her white bosom rise.

"O, sons of green Erin! lament o'er the time

When religion was--war, and our country--a crime;

When man, in God's image, inverted his plan,

And moulded their God in the image of man.

"When the int'rest of state wrought the general woe;

The stranger--a friend, and the native--a foe;

While the mother rejoic'd o'er her children distress'd,

And clasp'd the invader more close to her breast.

"When with pale for the body, and pale for the soul,

Church and state join'd in compact to conquer the whole;

And while Shannon ran red with Milesian blood,

Ey'd each other askance, and pronounc'd it was good!

"By the groans that ascend from your forefathers' grave,

For their country thus left to the brute and the slave,

Drive the Demon of Bigotry home to his den,

And where Britain made brutes, now let Erin make men!

"Let my sons, like the leaves of their shamrock, unite,

A partition of sects from one footstalk of right;

Give each his full share of this earth, and yon sky,

Nor fatten the slave, where the serpent would die!

"Alas, for poor Erin! that some still are seen,

Who would dye the grass red, in their hatred to green!

Yet, oh! when you're up, and they down, let them live,

Then, yield them that mercy which they did not give.

"Arm of Erin! prove strong, but be gentle as brave,

And, uplifted to strike, still be ready to save;

Nor one feeling of vengeance presume to defile

The cause, or the men, of the Emerald Isle.

"The cause it is good, and the men they are true;

And the green shall outlive both the orange and blue;

And the daughters of Erin in her triumph shall share,

With their full-swelling chest, and their fair-flowing hair.

"Their bosoms heave high for the worthy and brave,

But no coward shall rest on that soft swelling wave;

Men of Erin! awake, and make haste to be blest!

Rise, arch of the ocean! rise, queen of the West!

Cliu - The Conception of Honor

"Am fear a thug buaidh air fhein, thug e buaidh air namhaid."
~ He who conquers the self, conquers a foe and makes a friend.

"It is the cultivation of this art that unfetters the body, strengthens it and makes it upright; it is it that gives a becoming deportment and an easy carriage, activity and agility, grace and dignity;- it is it that opportunely awes petulance, softens and polishes savageness and rudeness, and animates a proper confidence; it is it which in teaching us to conquer ourselves, that we may be able to conquer others, imprints respect, and gives true valour, good nature and politeness; in fine, which makes a man fit for society:"