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The Bells of Avalon
the shamanic poetry of Brian Bronson
83 pages
ISBN: 978-0-9789597-9-1
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the shamanic poetry of Brian Bronson
83 pages
ISBN: 978-0-9789597-9-1
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from the publisher’s comments on The Bells of Avalon:
It is important to me that we as poets have a vision larger
than simply our own personal or professional goals or
desires for the work we do. … poems are “momentary blissful
connections” that may allow the reader to find, through the
poem, a way to their own “blissful connection.” The
Shamanic journey of The Bells of Avalon, through
Brian Bronson’s poems, opens just this kind of connection.
I Give Thanks
I give thanks to all that support me,
to everything that moves me,
to the trees, to the sea,
to the host of divinity.
In the flowers by the house
are the secrets that do abound,
see them on the holy mound,
beneath of which there is no sound.
I give thanks to all that sustain me,
everything I taste around me,
to the fruit in the trees,
to the voice of divinity.
In the tree beside the house
are the secrets that do abound,
running through the sacred ground,
making all their sacred sounds.
I tell you it is the way, my dear,
when the trees become our seers.
It is important to me that we as poets have a vision larger
than simply our own personal or professional goals or
desires for the work we do. … poems are “momentary blissful
connections” that may allow the reader to find, through the
poem, a way to their own “blissful connection.” The
Shamanic journey of The Bells of Avalon, through
Brian Bronson’s poems, opens just this kind of connection.
I Give Thanks
I give thanks to all that support me,
to everything that moves me,
to the trees, to the sea,
to the host of divinity.
In the flowers by the house
are the secrets that do abound,
see them on the holy mound,
beneath of which there is no sound.
I give thanks to all that sustain me,
everything I taste around me,
to the fruit in the trees,
to the voice of divinity.
In the tree beside the house
are the secrets that do abound,
running through the sacred ground,
making all their sacred sounds.
I tell you it is the way, my dear,
when the trees become our seers.
Brian has been writing poetry since he
was a teenager. He studied English and
History at the University of California,
Irvine and then moved on to do a joint
degree in law and public administration
at Syracuse University with a
concentration in Children’s Welfare.
I would like to dedicate this work to
OBOD who's inspiration and tutelage
created the inspiration for this poetry.
- Brian
was a teenager. He studied English and
History at the University of California,
Irvine and then moved on to do a joint
degree in law and public administration
at Syracuse University with a
concentration in Children’s Welfare.
I would like to dedicate this work to
OBOD who's inspiration and tutelage
created the inspiration for this poetry.
- Brian