Pete's Sacred Space

Sacred Space
These Stones
I Cannot Believe
Quartz
Buried Treasure
Hearts Of Stone
Oh Brother!
Great Court
Eltham Churchyard
Greenwich
Gaia Project
Countless Stones
Woden
C.N.D.
Avebury
The Sanctuary
Silbury Hill
Hanging Stone
Waylands Smithy
Cloud Busting
Lambourne Seven
Post Holes
Stonehenge
Stanton Drew
Pagan
Glastonbury
Rollright
Owersyll
Pentre Ifan
Castlerigg
Mid Clyth
Ballantrushel
Stoned
First At last
IWRBAM TTTTEOT
Time Machine
Star Voyagers
Kersey
Ley Hunter
The Longest Day
Solstice
Standstill
All Saints
Winter
Armistace
Callanish
Stones
Straightlines
Cathedral
Once Upon A Time
Takes Away
Not Our First
Time Lock
Peace
Keep On Running
Hear This
Finally
This dead time of the year,
When the Sun is unsure
To go on warming fragile frame,
To act as doctors cure.

Should Golden Ball swing higher
And turn the ice to melt,
To set ablaze the deserted desert.
And split wide the choking pelt?

Northern man, far removed
From Capricorn, may revel in the rays
And relax with glowing skin,
While Southener counts the long dark days.

But King Sol,
Well versed in route to take,
Will for half his tour
First one and then the other bake.

we sweat away the long blue hours,
Or turn the guttering flame brighter,
And God-like object in the sky
Will surely reward the fighter.

Plough and sow, and tend the crop,
And later reap the harvest,
To spend, the dark time of Sols life
In warm, recuperative, rest.