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Nuts falling as psalms,
From storied arms of Hazel tree,
  .  .  .  Blue jays turning leaves.
Samhain ( pronounced: sow-een ) is a Gaelic festival marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the "darker half" of the year.

Samhain (like Beltane) was seen as a time when the "door" to the Otherworld opened enough for the souls of the dead, and other beings, to come into our world. Feasts were had, at which the souls of dead kin were beckoned to attend and a place set at the table for them. It has thus been likened to a festival of the dead. People also took steps to protect themselves from harmful spirits, which is thought to have led to the custom of guising. Divination was also done at Samhain.
Look at what you give

before you complain about what is received.
Don't complain about getting a lot of crap. You receive what you give.
You're stuck in my head,

and I'm counting the days

until I can see you again.
12 more days......
I'll forget these stupid feelings for a while

and plug in my headphones.
Let the music take me to another world.
In the eyes' corner,
Dull and deep, drenched
In dream with hair running
Within the longest song of breeze,
Where bones decay and flesh
Evaporates, there and when,
Cleansed in flash, eternal
Flame, is where we met.
Rings of oak tree light,
Our last words a pyre—
Red leaves are falling.
The moon, beams over the planted fields,
Growing blades shimmer, slicing the night
As fiery comets first seeded the earth,
Beads light, to life-giving grains of rice.
Hour glass body,
Excited— fingers fondling,
Love my blue guitar.
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