The Raven's Spiral
Fado, Fado, day and night
Fado, Fado, Black and white
The northern star gleans in her delight
Conceding to the rising embers fair light
Now in a blaze, a fiery bright
The ravens call echoes in the twilight
There is no wrong there is no right
Impermanence and spiritual sight
Is his message he carries in flight
Soaring higher and higher, beyond the pale night
Ravens spiral around the ancient tree
The rising tides of the deep blue sea
The rivers flow, as above, so below
The seasons come, the seasons go
Sense the rhythm, the seeds doth grow
Nourish the roots. Water the soul
Unearth the mide, close the divide
Spirad, Spirad, arise, lift…glide
Journey within, journey without
Embrace the shadow, steady the route
Anima whispers to Animus, in a warm summers wind
Two become one, where the paths begin…
The inner eye awakens, the veil grows thin
Reaching for the infinite, continue to spin
Follow the spiral, unravel within
Transcend the ways of old, breaking the mold
Embrace the possibilities, let the rest unfold
Transmuting the darkness, turning lead into gold
Traversing the scales amid hot and cold
Somewhere between the meek and the bold
On the wing of the raven, cross the threshold
Fado, Fado is a mystical spiritual poem structured around the Fibonacci sequence. Its lines expand and contract in a spiraling rhythm that mirrors the raven’s ascending flight and the soul’s inward-outward journey, creating a living spiral effect on the page.
Through rich imagery of ravens circling the ancient world tree, the Northern Star, twilight fire, and the deep blue sea, the poem explores impermanence, the dissolution of duality (“there is no wrong there is no right”), and the alchemical path of transformation. Its central message invites the reader to embrace shadow and light, journey within and without, and transmute darkness into gold.
The poem weaves in Gaelic words as sacred keys: “Spirad, Spirad” (from spiorad, meaning spirit) calls the soul to “arise, lift… glide,” while “Unearth the mide” refers to Mide, the ancient central province of Ireland and the sacred middle way, urging us to close inner divides and return to center. Blending Celtic cosmology with Hermetic wisdom (“as above, so below”), the poem culminates in the sacred marriage of Anima and Animus, the awakening of the inner eye, and the crossing of the threshold into the infinite on the raven’s wing.
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