A day of dreaming: daydreaming of nightdreams, visions, visits and experiences, things glimpsed, things seen: perceptions in the landscape, in the mindscape, in the sensescape, coalescing in the not-dream, the half-dream, the suspended waking state of stillness, stasis, when nothing moves for an instant but everything flows like an endless welling-up from the springs of Annwn.
So it was, it all came though nothing moved, nothing changed in time but all was flux in not-time, coming not in a sequence or continuous line but flowing together as one wave from an endless sea ebbing back from the high tide of now to the low tide of forever and turning to flow again all in a moment of rhythmic grace occupying no space but the one glimpsed in a glint of light in a single drop from the splash of water over the rocks.
The way through was clear; the way through was dark. But the memories came out of the not-space between: the owl, the horse, the heron’s wingbeat all in a weave of light and not-light. Birds called out over the sea; the wingbeat sounded over the land, the big wing, the widewing of the long-beaked bird – a sound that was no-sound so faint on the still air, so slight on the breeze, rippling like a river through the sentient world, silent as a salve on the soul.
Is there a way back, and from where? I am here, now; yet still there, then. Time still drifts sideways though less widely as the flow is glimpsed again, moving on, sequencing the world and bidding me join in again. Things run once more in a line. It is time.
4 thoughts on “Anrhegion yr Awen”
‘Anrhegion yr Awen’ – gifts of the Awen? Sounds like a powerful near overwhelming experience and not too unfamiliar with the recent downpour, the Ribble near overflowing, the springs of Annwn welling up and crashing against mind-walls. The ‘wide wing of the long-beaked bird’ is particularly haunting.
@Lorna: yes, ‘gifts of the Awen’ which was the best description I could make of this. Is it significant that phrase you found haunting has echoes of cynghanedd (w…w..ng … ng … b …b) to go with the image? Not that I planned it to come out like that as it did come as a gift in a flow from a semi-trance state. But no doubt such things are embedded through reading and can ‘flow forth’ when needed.
A storm blows outside as I write this … no doubt the Ribble flood is rising.
Now that right there is one of the best things I’ve read. Did you speak this before you wrote it?
The words were certainly spoken in my head, but whether it was me that spoke them is a moot point.