No Holier Temple

“For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.” She brings the harvest spiral dance Fruit Bone Blood Earth She is the ellipse of the heavenly bodies Water Stars Air Birth She calls each thing by its right name Trees Hearts Breath Plants She renews the tide as it washes the land Root Weed Surf Sand She carries peace in the joyless void Bell Bird Wing Leaf She is a circle with no beginning and no end Sky Altar Wand Staff She is above and below, without and within

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

Oh this isn't walking in the forest with grandpa When life was simple and honest This is a cold wet camp when the fire won't kindle And you're damp to the bone and miles from home When the trees shiver all through the timbers And the visions are embers of an unfinished sentence Wrapped in the bleak creeping feeling That something is missing From the picture of the universe A spirit form inside a tree Blood seen in the creases of a palm The saddest sign you'll ever read Conjure me conjure me conjure me Oh this isn't a sip of a spirit in an old bar When your troubles all seem unreal This is losing a war in a desert Where you're gunned down, dry to the bone And completely alone For we creature the leashes That strap us to leaches That suck through the marrow Of the altars of earth Feasting on the brains of creation In the graveyard of nature We get stranger and stranger A spirit form inside a tree Blood seen in the creases of a palm The saddest sign you'll ever read Conjure me conjure me conjure me

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

"Is it because wilderness makes pretty picture postcards? Because it protects watersheds for downstream use by agriculture, industry, and homes? Because it's a good place to clean the cobwebs out of our heads after a long week in the auto factory or over the video display terminal? Because it preserves resource-extraction opportunities for future generations of humans? Because some unknown plant living in the welds may hold a cure for cancer? No - the answer is, because wilderness is. Because it is the real world, the flow of life, the process of evolution, the repository of that three and a half billion years of shared travel" Dave Forman - from "Confessions of An Eco Warrior" A humble and naïve dedication to the work of Ryuchi Sakamoto & Shigeru Umebayasi Inspired by the wise words of Dave Forman

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

Many winters winds have whipped me Unseen runes of those who drew me Rested in the bark of copper Left behind by a long lost writer Concealed in a plume of birches Waiting for the ones who find me Ancient magic communication Bound by the arrows of god Wisdom from the past within me I can be your guide or master Am I spell or am I promise? Will you heed my words? Many summers suns have blessed me Unread truths of those who drew me Scrawled into the riven driftwood Locked inside a secret language Exhumed into an older future Waiting in the earth above me Occult forms of conversation Sealed by the sign of god Hidden in a woodland coastline I can be your spell or sermon Am I oath or am I omen? Will you know my name?

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

Saddle horn Worn femurs Worthy bones Gunsmoke ghosts The last lost outpost No call from the wilderness Can't speak in stone wounds Wine glasses chink down hollow rooms No grave for a hero like you No rest for a curiosity charm Chime with the term bell toll Gone with a lecture roll Witness to vacant ritual a**embly Dormant prefectures Spoken with a whisper Used like an old scream Sold to peering slavers Another bio-piece on American TV Distant relatives remember Trees, dust, wind and mountains Forever forever forever

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

His Portal Tomb I see your face Painted rays through glass panes Black pillars beneath your feet If you could speak what would you tell me? Hieroglyphic texts Spells that protect Universe descends Symbols that project Into the underworld Let's save a kiss For his wooden lips Let's make a wish Let's take a trip As in the afterlife Funerary form Falcon wings adorn Vaulted eyes carved Staring out beyond Watching the sunrise Transfixed by your portal eyes Like passages to the next life Sarcophagus dreams behind the lid Carrying secrets meant only for the deceased

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

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In forest heart the man of leaves is dancing He is the source of stream and seed of life begun At the edge of dawn his lithe green limbs are moving Our thin flutes play and he steps the mystery round Green Lord Green Lord Spring maiden dances with you Green Lord Green Lord Spring maiden dances with you Through ripened corn the golden man approaches He wears the sun – the oldest light as a crown His fertile magic staff he bears before him The air is hot as he lays down upon the land Corn king corn king Harvest queen lays with you Corn king corn king Harvest queen lays with you On open moor the man of stone is waiting Between the worlds he guards the twilight hour Through his eyes the ancient knowledge passes His feet drum the throbbing beat of earth's deep heart Stone man stone man Weaving woman waits with you Stone man stone man Weaving woman waits with you Free running stag is riding from the darkness The world hart he leaps across the sky He carries deep the heartbeats of the old ones He marks a trail into the wise and hidden ways Horned god horned god Moon goddess rises with you Horned god horned god Moon goddess river with you

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

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