Two words of explanation which may help the reader understand a little better what is being said in this poem and why it is being said, one at the beginning and one at the end (I feel it needed doing this way)…
This poem was written as part of my entrance to the 2018 13th Glastonbury Bardic Trials and as such is written with Glastonbury forming a strong central theme…as it turned out I did not enter the trials…
…and the Black Swans sang…
…hist…HIST!…
Listen if you would wish to hear,
the tale my family have carried
through the uncountable years…
Long…
and long have my forebears been
prophets and seers of futures unseen…
Some…
shrink away in fear and alarm…
lest we bring ‘unluck’…
or even some harm…
While…
others just say that ‘we’ are all damned
and give us a name…
‘They’… call us shaman…
But…the tale that here, tonight, I will tell…
…shall show you the truth…if you listen well…
Long ages before, your kind’s
oldest memories stretch back
before Bran the blessed,
left mark on the track…
…this was a world…
where ALL swans were black…
and the Black Swans Sang…
with silken voices…
On a lake of sweet waters…
where they came to breed…
to raise sons and daughters,
as was their need…
…and they sang the song of the Universe…
…and the gods in the heavens looked down
To view the source of the wondrous, loving, sound…
…and both Sun and Moon agreed to send,
One child from each, the singing swans to tend,
on an island, water skirted all around
to care for all who made such wondrous sound.
In the midst of those sweet waters
In the midst of the ulullating air…
They sent a son and daughter
for the love of the song
of the faithful Black Swans.
And so…as long ages passed
the two offspring shared the task
she by night…he by day
Tended the singers in their own special way
and in turn…in their fleeting meetings
at dawn and at dusk…
softly spoke this pair these words in turn…
“Each singer who had need I tended
each broken feather…I have mended
that they may sing with hearts afree
and delight the ones sent you and me…”
…and as long ages slowly slipped away
surrounded by the heavenly song
like the swans they fell in love
and pledged their troth to the gods above
..but as we know in this world today
Sun and Moon seldom make their way
to fly across the vaulted sky as one…
The lovers both, daughter and son,
were bound in their nature…
like the Moon and the Sun
and had to wait until such day did come
when the silver Moon lay with the golden Sun…
before they… in darkest day,
joined…
and in each other’s arms could lay…
Whence came that time,
the swans took flight
and as the Moon turned
day to night…
and the lovers met in their delight
an hundred thousand gyring swans
blacked the skies…so to prolong
the dark that clothed the land…
for their carers loving hands.
and they sang their finest lullaby
to Sun and Moon there in the sky
that they might tarry in their embrace
and grant the lovers a time of grace…
Had they not flown to sing…
this tale might have a different ring…
Had they…
as on every day before
been ringed around the islands shore
no intruders could have come to land
and caught the lovers hand in hand…
A leering laugh, was all the pair did hear
above the swansong ringing clear
before the fatal spear point’s strike
took the husband from the wife…
Her SCREEEEAM!…
hidden by the winging singers…
she watched as blood dripped from his fingers
where he fell and soon would lifeless lay…
as she was rudely dragged away
crying salt tears from eyes that had smiled
upon him only moments gone…
…and STILL the swans kept up their song…
as in his dying sight she was defiled
and his heart pumped hard,
his blood was wild…
and she lay broken…
…with crystal tears
pouring forth for all the years
and love that they had shared…
When the Black Swans landed in their watery glide…
both lay dying side by side
and in grief the swans together cried
a shrill sharp keening
so piercing that…
the intruders died!…
As one voice the swans then called
upon the Sun and Moon to hold
together in the skies…
…and thus stop time…
to save the son and daughter…
but…
the nature of the heavenly rules
mocks both men and gods as fools
mortal man and woman die…
though god and goddess both may cry…
An hundred thousand swans and more
circled round the islands shore
singing, grieving songs of woe
and their salt tears made the waters grow…
Insane with grief, the Sun and Moon
between them rent the veil of time
and they hid their son and daughter
beneath the grass on which they lay
where they abide unto this day
hidden from time and earthly death
one bleeds, one cries though…
with every breath…
…and the Black Swans sang…
until their voices burst…
their tears turned the lake
to a salt marsh cursed
that bleached their feathers white…
Now after all the ages gone
NO white swan can sing a song
but listen close and you may hear…
their crying sighs…
as they wing across the skies
weep, weep, weep…the constant wing beats sound
that we can hear from on the ground…
and if we get too close to THEIR son’s and daughter’s…
if we invade the swan held waters…
they warn us off…
with the only sound that they have left…
HISSSST,
HISSSSST,
HISSST…
I hope that you have listened well
for plain upon this Holy Isle
is proof of this, my tale…
I hope that you will mark it well…
Red runs a spring with the Sun’s son’s blood
and white runs another for the goddess’s daughter’s
floods of crystal tears…
If you would look for a stone from the Tor
they are comprised of seashells and little more
which lived in the salten sea lake
that the Black Swans cried
over the ages in which
their feathers turned white…
and each piece of Torstone can be seen in the light
to sparkle with crystals, like the stars of the night…
You…
may call me a fool,
for my story just told…
you may say I’m afflicted with madness…being old…
you may say I’m no shaman…
and with that
…I might agree…
but I know the truth…
Though my forbears are gone…
by the grace of the Moon and the Sun
who gave me this time
in this human form
so you might hear
the Black Swans last song…
There are 25,216 feathers on a swan…
and the bargain struck
with mother Moon and father Sun
for this, my present human form…
was a feather plucked each human generation from me…
that I failed to make you humans see…
the error of the way you live
making all other life forms die
while you live the greedy lie
YOU can exist alone
without nature…
and when the last feather is plucked from me
I will die…
and the world is doomed…
To save yourselves from this pitiful fate
there is one hope…it is still not too late…
I must teach you all to sing
as my ‘people’ the Black Swans…
made their voices ring…
to fill the air…
with the sound…
of LOVE…
…and as I pluck now my LAST feather
and this ‘our’ last generation is spent together…
I will beg you all please sing…
will you sing…
with me…
it is but a simple song…
and starts and ends with the eternal hum…
of…
Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….
So will you then join
and sing after me…
four simple sounds to set us free
will you try and sing along
will YOU join and be…
…Black Swans…
Answer now…
YES or NO…
If it’s YES we sing aloud…
as one voice, this teeming crowd…
if it’s NO I’ll walk away…
BUT…
mark my shaman words…
this YOUR world…
WILL DIE!…
if the Black Swans songs unheard…
OM MANI PADME HUNG
An hundred times…
let your voices fall and rise…
mix the cadence
share the rhyme
ULULLATE UNTIL THE AIR VIBRATES…
..and washes the Universe free from hate….
Namaste…
Copyright Neil Mc Neil …
Second explanatory word…
Om Mani Padme Hung is chosen here for its meaning and intent, any words wishing peace and love through understanding could be used, indeed the reason the Black Swans song pleased the ‘gods’ so much was the variety of ways such sentiments of kindess and love can be raised and blended and melded together by myriad voices to make a complete and whole vibration of love. There is no barrier to other languages, say it the way you say it where you come from but let it ONLY ‘come from the heart’, let it express ONLY love…and do not stop saying it ..do not stop putting that LOVING intention into the Universe…make this Universe thrummm with that vibration…
Om Mani Padme Hung’s meaning…
Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche says[edit]
- “The mantra Om Mani Pädme Hum is easy to say yet quite powerful, because it contains the essence of the entire teaching. When you say the first syllable Om it is blessed to help you achieve perfection in the practice of generosity, Ma helps perfect the practice of pure ethics, and Ni helps achieve perfection in the practice of tolerance and patience. Pä, the fourth syllable, helps to achieve perfection of perseverance, Me helps achieve perfection in the practice of concentration, and the final sixth syllable Hum helps achieve perfection in the practice of wisdom.
- “So in this way recitation of the mantra helps achieve perfection in the six practices from generosity to wisdom. The path of these six perfections is the path walked by all the Buddhas of the three times. What could then be more meaningful than to say the mantra and accomplish the six perfections?”
Thank you for reading this far…
Namaste…