A View from Silbury Hill

This land is where we make our souls,
Aligned with stars and planets,
Living in the masks of the dead.
These are the portals, the thresholds
Of gods, calling us inward.
Here is the hub of the wheel,
Around which the heavens revolve,
All fixed in their orbits and motions,
The first mound rising from out of the Flood.
The white hound is my escort;
Full moon music seduces and entrances,
Tempting me astray into other dimensions.
This is the serpent’s head, the earth-eye,
The mother’s belly,biggening with life.
Illumination, this is your day,
Love-threshold in the horizon’s lens,
As we play upon the crystal chessboard;
Here is the voice in the ear,
The sovereign shining meridian,
The cone of light drawing down the sky;
The riddle in the corn-ear,
The golden king riding on horseback,
The snail shell spiral thunderstorm under the eyelids.
The bull’s spine throbs with power,
The Sleeping God summons his servants in dream,
The hidden pyramid gleams white in the hidden sun.
Egyptian liturgy resonates in the caverns.
Here is the green breast rising from shadow,
The golden phallus glowing in the sun;
Hermaphrodite entire unto itself,
Impregnating and giving birth.
The dowser’s rod tracks the currents,
Penetrating waves in the mind;
Here is the animal altar,
The dragon’s egg,
The magician’s tower,
The well of souls.
Dragon stars align overhead,
And everywhere is connection,
As the diamond spider spins at the centre of its web.
I call out the serpent from the heights,
And see its cobalt-blue electric light emerging,
Shifting, undulating, sparking and spurting,
Charging the spirit with invincible force;
See, the friend is coming, merging
With you, with everyone, recognising its own.
Here is the hollow hill, with secret doors,
The royal lair of the horned beast,
The coven of dancers, under the moon;
Reflections in the waters beckon,
Island echoes expand the mind,
What and why are one.
The herds of the mind move with the seasons,
And star stuff is the core;
See the faces in the stones,
Your ancestors, feeling you out.
Here is the pulse of dawn and dusk,
Magnetic whorls in the mind,
Leaping flames, and shuddering quakes,
The focus of light in the lens.
Find your stone, and listen to its voice,
Teaching you to breathe;
Our bodies are the harvest, out of the womb,
The male stone seeks the female,
The shadow finds its cleft.
Out of the horse’s mouth comes music,
And the land heaves and surges,
Cascading through you,
As the bull with Venus between his horns
Tramples you into the earth.
Brother to the Ox, breaker of the ground,
Ploughman of the stars, come forth,
And ,striking with your hoof, reveal a spring.
Fivefold death calls you, beloved,
Flesh melts into light,
Vortex to the heavens;
The way out is the way in.
Snake bite for the willing sacrifice:
The king is scourged and sheds his skin,
And faces the rising sun, and the stars of the Great Bear,
And at the sun’s zenith falls,
Blood running in earth’s furrows,
Impaled on a spear of light.