Tegsh is the ‘Presence’ at the Manor House at Sakin’el,
who touches everyone who comes here — even in spirit.
Many, who don’t believe in such things, are drawn to ask,
“who is she — you know …?” Not a ghost or kami —
she chose us to be her guardians here, Em and I,
and she would speak to you Darryl, Heather, friends and all …
Best I could do for her is share this actual photograph taken by a
Forest Service worker scattering ashes of a friend on the high peaks.
I heard …
“it is a matter of catching up,
of learning what you already understand”
Ah – perhaps the most profound words
yet written – embraced upon
the scrolls of this Manor –
hidden away in memories.
Note? Yes, and again yes in praise!
This thought is surely a reverberation –
a soul echo of the Bell of Eternity,
that links the ‘you’ seen in another,
with the ‘you’ of self –
For ‘you’ are to ‘me’
as ‘one’ are to ‘we’,
for together there is more
than can be summed in reason –
and the wisdom we can gain in reflection
is always of re-membering creation,
in which ‘you’ means ‘one’,
and ‘we’ means everything.
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and part of this Presence of Tegsh
is the sounds of harp strings aflutter –
either caressed by Lady Emrys
or plucked by our furry Raven –
and they are never silent
if you choose to listen …
a harp carved of forever
Though a harp is carved of forever,
and tuned in the key of we;
the harmonic curve is an angle wing
that does but kiss the piller of fire,
held firm by the countless strings of being.
Each does sound a different note,
but all do meet in finality,
as one and all
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Tegsh of Sakin’el