The Hermit

The Hermit lives inside a crystal. It has disappeared for the time being but should appear within next couple of weeks.

A message from ChiKiSpirit to The Holy Fool

After some considerable time the High Priestess was visited, via telephonic communication and snail mail, by a Holy Fool who inspired her to write this poem

Your crazy paving footpath is cracked and full of weeds

A daft and silly bird has dropped a thousand seeds

Some of them have landed in places you did not know

They've sown something bigger than you ever intended to sow

Your call for redemption with a slack rope built to last

Has caught itself on a voodoo neck and is calling you too fast.

For a thousand days without no food

But the seedy, seedy seeds

From the crazy paving footpath

That grew a million weeds that was watered with zombies

...and bad children's needs.

You've watered it with wisdom, with God's words and deeds

You've woken up some sunflowers and pansies have choked the weeds.