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(Originally published in Druid's Progress 11; Repaganized from the Carmina Gadelica)You go home this night to your home of Winter To your home of Fall, of Spring, of Summer You go home this night to the Turning house To your pleasant rest in the plain of JoyRest you, rest, and away with sorrow Rest this night in the Mother's Breast Rest you, rest and away with sorrow Rest, O Beloved, with the Mother's KissIn the Many Colored Land In the Land of the Dead In the Plain of Joy In the Land Beneath the Wave In the Land of Youth In the Land of the Living In the Revolving Castle, the house of Donn,Rest in seven lights, beloved Rest in seven joys, beloved Rest in seven sleeps, beloved In the Grove of the Cauldron, Morrigan's ShrineThe shade of death is on your face, beloved But the Cauldron of Rebirth awaits you, The three-fold turning of your fate When your rest has given you your peaceSo rest in the calm of all calms Rest in the wisdom of all wisdoms Rest in the love of all loves Rest in the Lord of Life and Death Rest in the Lady of Life and DeathTill the Season of Turning Till the Time of Returning Till the Mystery of the Cauldron
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(Originally published in Oak Leaves #2)Maypole, flowers, Queen of the May dance for us, dance for us, dance for the dayWeave ribbons and roses and daisies galore round staffs, and young heads, then cover the floor.The Lord, a young man, greets his lover in bloom in fields and in forests, in every back room.New life is sprouting in great singing bursts the flowers, the beasties, the babies come first!Romp in the green that nature's become she's wearing her finest to court her dear sun.Ripe and luscious, take a great bite, then join in the chorus and enter the rite.Beltane, the wedding, the joining of all bring the male to the female, the courting will call.The great earth mother lies fertile to sow lay your seed in her womb and watch the crops grow.Laugh with me, fall with me, roll in the grass, warm spring has come and we're joyous at last!
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(Originally published in Oak Leaves #2)This life is not my own I see the forest through my eyes I feel the breeze on my skin But this life is not my own I feel the pain of loss I cry when the hurt is close But this life is not my own I smell the flowers that children bring I hear the wonder of a child's laughter But this life is not my own The world is mine for the taking Creation is all around This life is borrowed for a time This life is not my own.
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She who brings forth water, she who feeds the fire, helps them live together, Better than live together. What is water in fire or fire in water but us? Each living cell a drop of water burning inside, as do we all, toward more than elemental grace. Goddess who banks the fire, goddess drawing from the Well, goddess of holy fertility. Farmers, poets, women birthing, all people of craft living fire, living water, owe homage to she who brings them together. Through acts of creation we each have the power to help bring forth water, to help bank the fire, to mingle their magic, and keep them entire.
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Before all there was the Frost Wide and Deep, without end Undifferentiated - the Chaos Deep That frost was a Goddess Domnu was her name, and she slept. Into her sleep crept a dream, A fleeting thought, a sudden spark A Fire that caught and grew And shone amidst the Frost. That Shining was a God His name was Bel, and he was awake. Heat stirs the Frost She moves in sleep. She melts and flows. Dornnu wakens by her lover Bel So ancient frost made melt Flows salt and starry, the First Sea, The Sea of Space, the Womb of Every Birth Danu, the First Mother, and she loves. The First Triad: Domnu the Frost, Bel the Fire, Danu the Sea Danu and Domnu, light and dark Bel was their lover, day and night Two tribes they bore, two tribes at war The Shining Gods and the Fomor Giants dire Set one against the other Their fate the making of the the Worlds. The Fomor Domnu's children Danu bore the Tuatha De Never would their strife cease Til the Wonder-Child gained the victory.
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(Originally published in Oak Leaves #2)by Richard MacKelleyThe Queen Of Ravens walked with me and showed me all that I might be when I was slain She took me home to rise again to flesh and bone.The Queen of Battle sang with me underneath the Sacred Tree; told me the tale of my fate that would come to me soon or late.On the Field Of Heroes She reaped the fallen like the grain we sojourned in the Summerland 'til Aine sent us back again.Nemain, Badb, Queen of Night, beyond the veil She gave me sight; the endless source of many lives the raven taking as she gives.In a dream I saw Her face; I fell before Her awful grace - reborn again as I woke Her terrible beauty made me shake.In a dream She took my heart Consumed it in Her sacred fire; to see again the burning stars in Her eyes is my one desire.
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(Originally published in Oak Leaves #2)Green child, come to me. My arms are wide to hold you. Green child, feel human warmth, like sunlight my love will come to you. You do not need to hide from me. I hide no hate. You need no shame. Green child, play in the light. Hold my hand, and walk with me.
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The following poems were, like many of our creative works, inspired by our connection with the Gods, Ancestors, and Nature Spirits.BeltaneBorrowed For a TimeThe Death SongThe Eve Before YuletideBrighidThe Field of HeroesGreen ChildPoetic LicenseA Possible Tale of Cosmic Origins
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Summer Storm By: Phoenix, Mugwort GroveI love summer in the south, I miss it, I miss that heat that calls me home that sound, that pulsing sound of the insects trilling in the background like a Greek chorus wailing for free, that heat that shimmers up from the red packed earth in waves as the day heats up, that smell like tea from the undulant green simmering in the hot, heavy air. When a summer storm is coming, you can feel it.You can feel it in your belly, you can feel it in your toes, it vibrates over you, that tight, held tension of heat/not heat, rain/not rain waiting to burst into a downpour that soaks the ground and fills the rivulets cracked by the sun. Coming down, coming down like the heavens been split in two, like you don 't want to ask for tomorrow, just this sweet cool rain pouring down on your bowed head. But now waiting, still waiting for that moment to break,I feel that way sometimes.Beltaine 1993 By: Phoenix, Mugwort GroveFriday evening drum beat, dark night tempo of the sky wrapped around the flames from a pit of coals, and the Goddess is wild in the tree-tops. Bare-breasted women and tie-dyed heaven weave a spell of sunbeam-colored cloth and swirling hair. down a purple stair-well, your face, a pale moon perches above the crowd and the natives are spring-bound as sure as the beer pours.Learning to see By: Phoenix, Mugwort GroveSpring, she comes like a small brown rat. Spring, she comes like a mole lying peacefully by the side of the path. Spring, she comes like a lady dressed in green too pale to see at first trimmed in browns and purple-grays, her toenails the first blooms of skunk cabbage, her necklace the thin red buds of a maple tree. She is shy and must be coaxed. We light a bonfire in the Cajun cooking grill, toast dried leaves from winter's store, turn our faces to the sky so wide it makes your heart ache and trace the lines of planes overhead. Following the waving curves of wheat grass from hill top to tree line, I see Spring, she comes like a blackbird, swooping past. Spring, she is here.New Moon Rising By T'ai SidheIndigo Shadows, like veils in the darkness, Seem to conceal as they float on the breeze; While in the heavens the New Moon is rising: She watches the clouds whisper down to the trees. Descending, She takes on a form fully human. Clothed in the star-studded glory She reigns. Lady of Night has returned to the world where She helps star-crossed lovers. escape from ,their chains.From their eyes She is able to rip off the blinders And show them what loving each other can be. "A choice you must make 'fore you look to your future From ties to the past, do you want to break free?"There's always a choice to be made when love calls you. Towards evil or good, only you have the facts. When you and your lover hold hands in her Moon Light, Remember the cost, but don't ever look back.The future is yours now, to mold as you will Bringing joy to each other, for this is your life When summer's sun calls you, its gardens in bloom New vows you'll be taking as husband and wife.Don't fear for the trials that may come your way as They'll bring opportunity for you to grow. In sunlight you're planting a loving new family In Moon Light you reap all the love that you sow.Two Stones By ChikaraTwo smoothed granite stones Older than resurrection Wiser than new windsTwo stones etched by time See fates; know gospels; feel not Each destiny's writTwo weathered - these twins Each crack, each fissure, each soul Passing by - unmovedTwo as whole - all truths One stone carved by history One stone - - what's to comeTwo stones pink as flesh Towering as blood prophets Two seers in reposeBlood By Kit HowardBlood red roses Three Six Nine You handed me nine Changed your mind And gave me three.For You Alone By Pam CrisovanI am all things to you And for You And through You I shift my shape to meet Your every need or whimsyAs heron I plow Your shallows As loon I plunge Your depths As fish I slide Your currents As dragonfly I skim Your surfaceNeed protection? I am stag Guardian of Your lands Need constancy? I am willow Ever mirrored in You Need laughter? I am otter at endless play Need lust? I am boar in eternal rutI exist only to serve and service YouCompanion. Consort. Confidant. Kindred-Spirit. and Lifetime Lover For You aloneI Wanna Be By Richard JamesAuthor's Note: At Wellspring '97, I encountered the idea that nobody should 'Write satire unless he or she had been previously authorized as a satirist. 'Ibis inspired me to 'Write the following poem. It is meant to be read ten times. The first reading should include only the title and the last line. the second should include only the title and the last two lines, and so on in the manner of the Twelve Days of Christmas.I Wanna Be:The slob who observes The arch-druid who consecrates The arch-bard who blesses The counsellor of lore who qualifies The bardic preceptor who ordains The senior bard who OKs The bard who approves The senior satirist who authorizes The satirist who mocks The slobEpiphany Jenni HuntListen for me in the wind; Hear me in the plash of the fountain; See me in the rippling water; Smell me in the trees and soil; Feel my voice in the stones.The Earth is my soul. And Life is my prayer. I am all there is. And all there is. is me.
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Author's note: Although technically a piece of satiric poetry, this was originally submitted as part of my storytelling work. Since I am now working on a Rindile (Satirist) concentration, too, I intend to re-submit it as such. Who knows? I might just put it to music and get credit for it four times! (Now if only you could dance to it!)T'was the Eve before Yuletide and all through the Grove Not a Druid was sleeping - we were wearing just Woad!The cauldrons were hung on huge stones, standing still In hopes that An Dagda, with Mead, them, would fill.The children were laughing, all naked and skinny, Squealing, "Mine is an "Outie'! Look! Your's is an 'Innie'!"The Teens were off doing what they've always done, While their parents pretended, "My kids are too young!"A Wicked Witch winked, and asked, "How's it hangin?" Then she dragged me behind a big bush for a bangin.She was interested in Druidry, that I could tell, Cause she asked if my Bile would fit in her well.When out in the Circle we heard a loud wrangling I leapt from the bush with my magic wand dangling.Away to the Heelstone I ran, like a pup Peering wildly 'round me it see what was up.The moon on the surface of sacred stones bare Gave the luster of Fairylight to everything there.When, what do my mead-addled eyes actually see? But a Part in the Veil and a bunch o' the Sidhe.With a God who was radiant from His head to his toes I could tell from His horns: it must be Cernunnos.More rapid than eagles His companions they came. And He greeted them warmly and called them by name:Hail Briget! Hail Balor! Hail magical Gwithion! Hail Dagda, Hail Dana! Hail powerful Moderon!From the Sea of the Underworld to the Sky up above They filled up the Circle and infuse it with love.As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,So, up to the Lintel stones everyone flew Bright Gods and Great Goddesses, Fairy folk, too.And then, round the stone tops, Divinity danced Filling the Circle with bright radiance.As I shielded my eyes from the light all around Cernunnos came and He sat on the ground.He was surrounded by animals, from all over the Wood Attracted by power and forces of good.The knowledge of Ages He held in His head The words of the Living, the thoughts of the Dead.His eyes, full of wisdom! His smile, so serene His staff, it was Rowan, His garment was green.His magnificent horns were a wonder to see Like a stag's they protruded, it looked like, to me.A snake twisting madly, He held in His hand And at the near end was the head of a ram.He had a wise face and a slender physique The sight of His form made my own legs go weak.He was handsome and strong - a right powerful God. And I worshipped Him there and admired His bod.The glow from His head, like starlight so near Soon put me at ease, I had nothing to fear.He chanted a sound like the wind in an oak And he granted our Boons before they were spoke.Then twisting His Torc 'round his neck, with a flair He hovered and floated up into the airHe parted the Veil, to the Sidhe gave a blessing And away they all went, without any messing.But I heard Him pronounce, ere they all disappeared, "Blessed Yuletide to all, and a Magical year!"
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