"Who I Am"
Those who hear the voice of their soul, recognize the song
in mine. They do not stop at the front door and judge me
by the dwelling in which I reside. With a humble sense of
honor, they knock upon the door and ask to come in.
The judgment of others does not change who I am.
Quite the opposite is true. It reveals who they are.
Those who deem me unworthy at a glance and pass me on by,
have my blessing to keep walking, for they have a long way to
go. They have not reached the point in their journey where
they are able to see and appreciate me for who I am.
Waxing moon
"Oh Maiden Moon, now hear my plea:
Hearken hearken, unto me!
As you grow, my spell enhance--
And power its magick with your dance."
Full moon
"Abundant Mother, moon so bright,
Hear my plea upon this night.
Your fertile power lend this spell
Make it potent, strong and well."
Waning moon
"Oh aging one of grace, now hear:
With your guidance this spell steer.
Remove all blocks and hesitation
And take it to its destination!"
Dark moon
"I call on you O Crone so wise--
One who rules the darkest skies.
Come and be my treasured guest
And aid me on this magickal quest."
A Blessing for the Woods
Before I leave, almost without noticing,
before I cross the road and head toward
what I have intentionally postponed—
Let me stop to say a blessing for these woods:
for crows barking and squirrels scampering,
for trees and fungus and multi-colored leaves,
for the way sunlight laces with shadows
through each branch and leaf of tree,
for these paths that take me in,
for these paths that lead me out.
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
I nestle beside
where song to form bids
there its soft profound rest
where in the completeness I find
The wholesome reality
The want that's you,
resides here where my heart
in dance, in flight, holds
the gathered images, the face
of what you bear and hold
Within the soul of me.
Raven Chant
In the silence true consecration comesIn
this silence there shall be a raven chant
And in the chant - all solace
And in this solace true consecration comes
Come on night
Come on moon
Come on winter
And the dead of light
Come on cries
In the abode af night
Come on night
Sing alone
To this Raven chant
Of loss and wore
Raven night
Take me home
In this dawning of the raven tear
Where wolf crave for night
And in that night a chant shall rose
In the temple of dawn
