Songs of the Aquarians

C.G. Jung and many other scientists in the fields of psychology and psychiatry have identified many folk archetypes that are also dream symbols.  One such symbol or archetype is the mermaid, merman, et al.  These fishy folk, in the opinions of some represent the transforming human psyche.  Of course, please feel free to decide for yourself.
 
 

Song of the Mermaid Nite
I
Stillness lays upon this house
and darkness all around without.
A ticking clock enforces time
and fire glows within the Hearth.

Above, a shimmering moon,
arcing gently here and now,
bright below a graceful scene
whence fawning waves caress the Earth.

Still, still is the deepening night,
deep in the All Knowing.

II

Whisperings beguile my ear,
so sweetly I can hardly bear.
Come languidly from far away,
the purest strains, the faintest song.

Memories.  No more than that.
Another night when moonbeams danced
upon another distant sea.
Living knew no right or wrong.

When Ocean was the only deep
sharing its unknowing.

III

Husband dear, sweet tender man,
fragile as your fragile land.
Against the wisdom of your folk
betook yourself a stranger wife.

Restless baby, dreaming too,
do you hear the mermaid lure?
Or do you, like your Father’s way,
endow the land with all your life ?

Sleeping husband dreaming on,
safe in your unknowing..

IV

As grows the night, so grows my fear.
May even coax a shining tear,
as memory will have its way
and once again I live that night.

None could stay the ocean swell,
for God refused to save our dell.
Our Mother raised her hand instead
and offered us a Way of Life.

We knew no ending to our joy,
nor would end our knowing.
 
 
 
V
Sudden like, there came that night,
thundering seas and jagged light.
Upon the rocks the folk were dashed
in terror screamed and broken lay,

Our dreams, our homes our ways of life.
Elders’ cries and prayers rife
assailed the Heavens with children’s pleas.
All were gone by break of day.

Yet some there were who understood
and reveled in the Knowing.

VI

Few there were who recognized,
fewer still believed the Wise.
And so we perished most of us
beneath the raging of the sea.

Amidst the horror of their cries,
intwining  sweetly, lullabies
hymns of praise and odes of joy
combined in eerie harmony.

Seared upon Eternal Night
Merciful All Knowing.

VII

Aeons passed and man returned
from those too few who had not learned.
Escaping in a wooden box
had not transformed their wicked ways.

Ignorance, like ticking clocks,
enforces regimental blocks
to transformation of the Soul
and binds the Seeker on his way.

Horrored by a finny tail,
enslaved in the unknowing.

VIII

For they who answered to the Call
and felt the Mother’s mercy fall,
embraced the ever saving grace,
never felt their lengthening limbs.

But balance is the Mother’s Trade
and so a heavenly price was paid:
To always hear all Sacred Song;
eternal life and memory.

With vivid dream to haunt our sleep
And never, ever be Unknowing.
 
 
 
 

Ever wonder what it was the mermaids sang or why it was so terribly dangerous to hear their song?
 

The Mermaids’ Song


I still breathe 
through the gathering storm
the sun comes up but the rain won’t go.

We sang and we swam; 
we swam and we sang
while the Elders lamented.

The rain came down,
hard against the land

One could not say
where the storm ended
and the sea began

Here I sing in the whispering wind;
Here I’ll be at the thundering end.

 
 
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