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In braze, silent breeze of dreams incantations, Shiva arms sway in the forest dark, mushroom, Cloud, lord with fungi, mosses whose clinging Shades of branches, braids deep, forking stories Of old, brooding cauldron Druids, sidles Eastern Spindrift words of Sanskrit spake, told in veined Sacred hands unfound, celestial spines, moulded Green, in the windy monkish statutes of the fallen And single handed claps of the missionary leaves.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Hazel Tree
In braze, silent breeze of dreams incantations, Shiva arms sway in the forest dark, mushroom, Cloud, lord with fungi, mosses whose clinging Shades of branches, braids deep, forking stories Of old, brooding cauldron Druids, sidles Eastern Spindrift words of Sanskrit spake, told in veined Sacred hands unfound, celestial spines, moulded Green, in the windy monkish statutes of the fallen And single handed claps of the missionary leaves.
The hazel's unusual branch formations make it a delight to ponder, and was often used for inspiration in art, as well as poetry. The bards, ovates and druids of the Celtic day would intently observe its crazy curly-Q branches. Doing this would lead them into other worlds of delightful fantasy. Much the same way our modern imaginations can be captured by a good movie, the creative Celts were artistically motivated by the seemingly random and wild contortions of the hazel. A more commonly known fact is that the hazel is considered a container of ancient knowledge. Ingestion of the hazel nuts is proposed to induce visions, heightened awareness and lead to epiphanies. Indeed, the legend of Fionn Mac Cumhail tells of his gaining the wisdom of the universe by simply coming in contact with the essence of the hazel nut.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
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