Traditional, Author Unknown
Deosil go by the waxing moon,
Chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go by the waning moon,
Chanting out the baneful rune.
When the Lady's moon is new,
Kiss the hand to Her, times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak,
Then your heart's desire seek.
Heed the North wind's mighty gale,
Lock the door and drop the sail.
When the wind blows from the East,
Expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind comes from the South,
Love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind whispers from the West,
All hearts will find peace and rest.
Nine woods in the Cauldron go,
Burn them fast and burn them slow.
Birch into the fire goes,
To represent what the Lady knows.
Oak in the forest towers with might,
In the fire, brings the gods in sight.
Rowan is a tree of power,
Causing life and magic to flower.
Willows at the waterside stand,
Ready to help us to the Summerland.
Hawthorn is burned to purify,
And to draw faerie to your eye.
Hazel, the tree of wisdom and learning,
Adds its strength to the bright fire
burning.
White are the flowers of Apple tree,
That brings us fruits and fertility.
Grapes which grow upon the vine,
Give to us both joy and wine.
Fir does mark the evergreen,
To represent immortality seen.
Elder is the Lady's tree,
Burn it not or cursed be.
Four times the Major Sabbats mark,
In the light and in the dark.
As the old year starts to wane,
The new begins, it's now Samhain.
When the time for Imbolg shows,
Watch for flowers through the snows.
When the wheel turns to Lammas night,
Power is brought to magic rite.
Four times the Minor Sabbats fall,
Use the Sun to mark them all.
When the wheel has turned to Yule,
Light the log - the Horned One rules.
In the spring, night equals day,
Time for Ostara to come our way.
When the Sun has reached it's height,
Time for Oak and Holly to fight.
Harvesting comes to one and all,
When the Autumnal Equinox falls.
Heed ye flower, bush, and tree,
By the Lady, blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go,
Cast a stone, and truth you'll know.
When thou hath and hold a need,
Hearken not to others' greed.
With a fool, no season spend,
Lest ye be counted as their friend.
Mind the Three-fold Law you should,
Three times harm and three times good.
When misfortune is enow,
Wear the blue star on thy brow.
True in love must thou be,
Lest thy love prove false to thee.
Eight words the Witches' Rede fulfill,
"If it harm none, do what thou will."
|
|
| |
Today, I am in love with a Queen. I danced in her heart, Swam in her veins. I have succumbed to her charms; I sleep in her arms. She is peace. She is tranquility. She is solace for the soul and blameless beauty. She is Queen.
Children play careless in her streets
The breeze of peace spirits canals
In her arms I will linger for a time Written 3-28-97, outside Venice, Italy |
The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land, Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin The eternal note of sadness in. Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery; we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant north sea. The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. - 1867 |
|
kick out the blues tear out the pages with all the bad news pull down the mirrors and pull down the walls tear up the stairs and tear up the floors oh just burn down the house! burn down the street! |
with the sound of your world going up in a fire it's a perfect day to throw back your head and kiss it all goodbye - The Cure, "Doing the Unstuck" |
i sit alone you are somewhere else i don't regret much in life but i regret hurting you
i'm running through a forest
i don't want to feel this anymore
i tried to work through it all
all these years i looked for an escape
but you are somewhere else |
Breath of wind to blow me away Give me wings of fiery opalescence jutting out So I may fight the wind in an azure sky-- Plummeting, swirling in a drastic dance Coming as close to heaven as one can come Without burning off our dreams' comet tails. . . Let me go
Let me go to join the ones that fly solitary overhead Let me go
Let me go to smell the bitter snow glistening on the mountains
I have felt the wind at my back-- |
