A holy man recites sacred poetry to himself.
Today we enter the Celtic Tree month of Rowan. Poetry, as we discussed during Birch, operates at different place in the brain from prose. The practice of sacred poetry acts not unlike a mantra. It ripples and rumbles through our being in ways that are different from the spoken word. The effects of grounding and uplifting at the same time. It is in this paradox that we enter the month of Rowan. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, the world of Yeats and even Homer in translation are all good places to start. In some sense the poem matters little, it is the process of reciting poetry which will activate and illuminate that part of the brain which connects you to the music of Nature that matters most today.