Craft Of The Wise
Across
a thousand nations,
And forty thousand years,
The teachers and the healers,
We are the Craft of the Wise,
The Old World and the New World,
Remember the nature people,
We who were persecuted,
And we shall be reborn.
And we dance round, hand in
hand,
We are at one with the tides of the land,
We are wild and we are free,
We are wild and we are free.
But the tide is ever changing,
The wheel ever spinning round,
And in the heart of the dying Empire,
Was born the Church of Rome,
And they did rise, but they shall fall,
And all their lies shall be seen as lies,
And the world shall be free from the yolk of guilt,
And they shall be no more.
The forests of the world are
dying,
But they shall be reborn,
For the wind of change is coming,
A-riding on the storm,
And from the desolation,
Is born the seed of hope,
For the tyrants fall, one and all,
The Wheel is ever spinning round.
Wicca - As Seen Through My Eyes
Wooded
glens, wandering streams,
Rolling hills, valleys hidden away,
Islands of flowers, carpets of green,
Gentle breezes caress the day,
Mother Earth creates her ultimate scene.
Mountain silhouettes, skies
of blue,
Snowy peaks, veils of white,
Wandering clouds, a sun so true,
Illuminates the Goddess's might,
Mother Earth creates her ultimate view.
Searing sun, relentless heat,
Arid deserts, scorching sand,
Nocturnal life, mid-day retreat,
Life underground, cactus stand,
Mother Earth creates her ultimate feat.
Frozen tundra, ice so cold,
Bitter winds, drifting snows,
Snowstorms, ever so bold,
Midnight sun, life still grows,
Mother Earth creates her ultimate hold.
Rivers and brooks, ever so
swift,
Ponds, lakes, oceans, ever so deep,
Life underwater, aimlessly adrift,
Overflowing bounties, yet to reap,
Mother Earth creates her ultimate gift.
Life above ground, life in the sand,
Life in the ground, fish in the sea,
Birds in the air, animals on land,
Life abounds everywhere, as it should be,
Mother Earth creates her ultimate scheme so grand.
Who could ever believe this
to be real,
We of the Wicca know this is no dream,
Earth, Air, Fire, Water & Spirit, we do feel,
Is all in our Mother's grand scheme.
Mother Earth now needs us to help her heal.
The Maiden, The Mother, The Crone
The
room begins to darken,
No, it is not dusk.
For even now, I hear the cock stirring atop his post.
They tell me the candles burn bright as the Sun at high noon;
Yet, their light seems to me as dull as my hair that once shone like gold,
and is now gray as the storm clouds of the sea.
Faces fade in and out of my weakening vision:
Faces of my childhood,
Faces of those I loved.
My clawlike hand grips another's tightly,
A hand smooth and soft as mine once was.
Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker,
I blink. And see a beautiful girl-child holding my hand.
Her skin is smooth to the touch,
And laughter sparkles in Her emerald eyes.
Her long, silky hair cascades down Her back in loose waves,
And a wreath spun of spring buds adorns Her untroubled brow,
Her slim form, barely beginning to ripen into womanhood,
Reminds me of my youth.
She smiles gently, And whispers a word.
Maiden.
Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker,
I blink,
And see a woman.
Her steady hazel eyes comfort me.
The laugh lines around Her eyes and mouth are clear and beautiful.
Her thick hair is bound in a braid,
And a circlet of gold rests upon Her brow.
Her rounded belly reveals the life nestled inside.
She bends close to me,
And places Her smooth lips on my withered cheek.
She whispers. Mother.
Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker,
I blink,
And see a face all to like my own:
Her cheeks are hollow and Her skin withered.
She leans upon a great staff,
Her clawlike hands grasping it as if it were life itself.
Her eyes burn with a gentle intesity,
And as I gaze into them,
I see the Wise Woman,
She gestures, And whispers.
Crone.
Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker,
I blink,
And see Them. The Three.
Maiden. Mother. Crone.
The Three who are One.
As one, They beckon me;
And I feel my spirit stir in response.
The maiden whispers,
Come with us Mother.
The Mother whispers,
Join your companions, sister.
The Crone whispers,
Do not be afraid, my daughter.
I sigh and close my eyes.
My soul rises and greets the Three.
And upon each of Their brows,
The crescent blazes,
And I know that it burns upon my brow as well.
Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker.
Samhain Night
When
the moon on a cloud cast night,
Hung above the tree tops height,
You sang me of some distant past,
That made my heart beat strong and fast,
Now I know I'm home at last.
You offered me an eagle's
wing,
That to the sun I might soar and sing,
And if I heard the owl's cry,
Into the forest I would fly,
And in its darkness find you by.
And so our love's not a simple
thing,
Nor our truths unwavering,
But like the moon's pull on the tide,
Our fingers touch our hearts collide,
I'll be a moonsbreath by your side.
Wiccan Poetry
The
Goddess speaks to me,
In the constant babbling of the stream,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the heat of a sun beam,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the fierce rush of the breeze,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the gentle rustling of the leaves,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the soft patter of cat paws,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the fiery colours of the Fall,
The Goddess speaks to me,
In the still of the night Rocking me tenderly,
Saying everything is all right And,
Although others don't understand my way,
The Goddess speaks to me each and every day.
Respect
I am willing to be different
and strong.
I am willing to be different
and beautiful.
I am willing to be different
and free.
For this difference
is the same.
The Goddess, Her forces.
My dreams, the Moon.
My feelings.
My creativity.
My passion.
My deep love of all
creation.
And the only conforming
I need to do is forming creation.
For I am form, and I
am forming to universal law therefore must survive.
And even though I may
at times feel alone and misunderstood,
I will remember that
I have sisters and brothers out there who are learning to be Free,
Like me. And that I
am not alone, but all One, and one with All.
And that once, all life,
was respected and loved.
And will be again.
My Death
My Death, my Death,
You come neigh this
night!
As I sag into a fleshy
puddle on,
my deathbed; As I stare
vacuously at the ceiling;
As I reflect the cold
fluorescent,
from my face; As I wait
hopelessly for the uncaring friends;
As I scream silently,
at the unhearing attendants;
Only through my pain
do I yet know Life.
My Death, my Death,
You come neigh this
night!
As I fight You for another,
second of painful Life;
As I fight You for another
minute of painful Life;
As I fight You for another
hour of painful Life;
As I fight You for another
day of painful Life;
As I fight You for another
week of painful Life;
You are my Adversary,
And I won't come cheap.
My Death, my Death,
You come neigh this
night!
As I know You,
I get right to the point;
As I know You,
I reject my petty concerns;
As I know You,
I disdain my personal
ambitions; As I know You,
I strip my priorities
raw; As I know You,
I know what is truly
important; You are my Advisor,
Forcing me to face the
truth.
The Abyss
Take me to the Abyss, Let
me live in suspence, In the realm of weightlessness...
Live as a bird in flight
today, Live as a pagan in trance, you may, But be merry,
happy, and gay...
Age and life, These
in the Abyss are but, Love and strife...
Time and age mean nothing
here, Hunger and want, There's nothing to fear...
Take me to the Abyss,
Take me away today, I wish to be in a world that is
Happy, merry, and gay...
Bright Blessings
Earth
Mother,
Giver of life,
Strengthen me during my life-long strife.
Teach me your ways of perfect love,
Peace, and wisdom true.
Spawn from my purest heart,
These words to you,
May this prayer help me to better myself in word and deed,
To a higher plane I shall succeed.
Beautiful light of goodness fair,
Lore of old we both do share,
A Witch's brew, I drink to you,
My love for you, by day, by night,
In thought and in sight,
Will my soul learn the meaning of this life.
Wind Walker
He follows the wind....
The Keepers by his side,
This Witch burns bright,
His faith he will not
hide.
The Moon rules his world,
The Goddess true and
wise,
Her truth and silver
light,
You'll see reflected
in his eyes.
There is no fear in his heart,
For Odin is his shield,
The magic of the Old
Ones,
Are the weapons that
he wields.
Each full moon the circle's
cast,
His wand he raises high,
The Family needs he
brings to Her,
Though no one heard
them cry.
His energy builds, and spells
he does,
And then he grounds
the flow,
Giving Her his love
and thanks,
Before She turns to
go.
His eyes now seek the East,
He greets his father
Sun,
Tired and yet,
head held high,
He joins with the One.
Until he finds the Summerland,
His path is clear in
sight,
The Keepers watch his
back,
The Goddess guards his
night.
Who you ask and rightly so,
Could this Wiccan be?,
It is the Windtracker!,
Bright Blessings! Blessed
Be!!
Raindrops
It rained last night when
it was dark,
The raindrops echoed
through out the park,
A gentle breeze began
to blow,
As countless leaves
danced to and fro.
Their tempo was hurried their
rhythm was swift,
They reached a crescendo
and started to lift,
And as they were dancing
suspended in air,
My soul was awakened
and rid of despair.
I silently questioned the
place that was found,
As all of the leaves
had returned to the ground,
My breathing was shallow
my pulse was at rest,
My life was transposed
my troubles confessed.
When i opened my eyes
once again i had found,
My attention was drawn
to the leaves on the ground,
What i found in their
place was a faint glow of light,
That emerged from the
darkness on this magical night.
As it grew i was startled
my vision was blurred,
She then spoke to me
softly without saying a word,
Her voice was a whisper
as faint as a sigh,
Like the sound of the
wings when angels fly by,
My mind was ecstatic
my soul was aglow,
At the miraculous wonder
that emerged from below.
We danced and we sang
and our souls took flight,
And i knew that forever
we would be one with the light,
The rain is still falling
and the leaves they still,
Fly i will love you
forever until the day that i die.
It was then that i understood
where my life would lead,
Me and which spiritual
path i must take.
A Devotional
Within the comfort of my Circle,
In Perfect Peace and
Love,
I call out to the Lord
and Lady,
To bless me from above.
Dear Mother of the Earth and
Seas,
Dear Father at Her side,
I need not seek afar
for You,
For within me You abide.
Your presence is here, for
all around,
Your love, like moonlight,
glows,
You touch all life in
every form,
In the beauty of Nature
it shows.
I give you thanks for all
I have.
In return, my love I
send,
Into the Earth that
is my home,
My life, my love, my
friend.
Each day I'll walk along the
Path,
That You have laid out
for me,
In Perfect Love and
with harm to none,
Forever. Blessed
be.
Faerie Wings
On gossamer wings do faeries
fly,
As pixies in their rosebuds lie.
Candle flicker, incense
burn,
Spirit to its home return.
Casting, divining, drawing
down the moon,
Enter the circle of power soon.
Enchantment courts the
seeking soul,
Projecting as the dream unfolds.
Waning moon or witching
hour,
Offering of sacred dower.
Fertile womb of Mother
Earth,
Skyclad from the great rebirth.
Scattering of telling
rune,
Sisters unite by rite of moon.
Earth, Air , Fire ,
Water,
Elemental Goddess daughter.
Creating Your Dream
What is this purpose that
each of us try to fulfill?
It all comes down to
the minds vision and,
What it sees.
Slowly- realizing your true
destiny,
With which path you
should lead.
It is up to you and,
Where you truly need
to be,
Lies within your mind's
own visual dreams.
Or to be expressed by,
Chanting thoughts or
breathing deep.
It's all the same when energy
is escaped,
Through the minds own
game of playing mystery.
Enter into me,
Anyway that you please.
Release your mind naturally
drifts into ecstasy.
Relaxation,
Euphoric feelings,
Optimistic viewpoints
and spirituality.
Love me tender,
Set your soul free and,
You will only see life's
energy forces allowing freedom to be.
Whatever you want,
Creating your reality
dream.
Believe!
Wolfs Shadow
A single bird spread feathered
wings and takes flight,
On a mountain top a
wolf sings for the moon,
Trees surrounding a
meadow whisper secrets to the wind,
And a woman waits for
night.
The sun begins to fade,
Off in the distance
a wolf still sings his lonesome serenade,
And a meadow waits in
silence.
The moon rises seducing tides
and lovers with silver rays,
In the meadow a woman
dances naked to the song of a wolf,
Arms stretched to the
sky, night blooms at their peak,
Mysteries unfolding
beneath her feet.
Cast The Circle
Cast the circle,
Call the corners,
Raise the power high!
Children of the Lord
and Lady,
Singing to the sky!
Cast the circle,
Call the corners,
Dance 'round the Sacred
Tree!
Children of the God
and Goddess,
Healthy, strong and
free!
The power lives in all of
us,
The good Craft of the
Wise;
But some won't hear,
They hate and fear,
Close minds as well
as eyes!
The Burning Times won't come
again,
No more lives will be
lost!
We'll stand with Lord
and Lady,
No matter what the cost!
"Do what you will but
harm no one,"
It is our greatest Law;
Within our place,
Our Sacred Space,
The Pentacle we draw.
Cast the circle,
Call the corners,
Light the candles bright!
Children of the Lord
and Lady,
Dancing in the night!
Cast the circle,
Call the corners,
Tell all "Blessed
Be!"
Our Path is Wise,
So if you have eyes,
Please open them...
and SEE!
Pan's Call
I wake to the sound of your
voice in my dream,
The gaping hole in the
center of my chest swallows me whole.
Down I fall,
Down where light can
not go and darkness rules supreme,
And still I fall,
Down where panic is
the master,
And still I fall never
stopping.
I loose myself in you,
I am terrified,
And still I fall,
I fall deeper and deeper
into you,
I fall until I am no
more.
We merge,
You swallow my terror
and ask for more,
I cease,
We become,
The pipes play,
Another wake.
The Moon
The moon was but a chin of
gold,
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her
perfect face,
Upon the world below.
Her forehead is of amplest
blond;
Her cheek like beryl
stone;
Her eye unto the summer
dew,
The likes I have known.
Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the
smile,
Upon her friend she
could bestow,
Were such her silver
will!
And what a privilege to be,
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way
might pass,
Beside your twinkling
door.
Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets
at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.
Hearken
Now The Darkness Comes
Mists gather in the valleys and pour down the ancient riverbeds to the darkening
sea.
Gone the fires of autumn's glory, lost to the legions of cloud-swept days
and chilling Rains. Gone the wild geese flying southward, gone the last of
summer's bounty.
Mornings rimed with silver frost, evenings gathering gloom for sitting round
the Hearthfires glow.
Hearken now, the darkness comes!
In the vale under the moor, the village speeds it's frantic pace.
Thatcher's finish repairs on thick round roofs to hold out the snows of winter.
Children bring in the last of the nuts and withered fruits from the woods.
The wheat is threshed and winnowed on the chilly breeze.
Woodsmoke rises from the hearthfires and axes ring in the clear air.
Down from the moors come the cattle and sheep to the winter fields,
Come too the pigs from the forest glades.
The smell of blood is thick in upon the air as those animals chosen for the
slaughter Are slain and cured against the winter's needs.
The planting begun at Beltane is now the harvest.
Hearken now, the darkness comes!
In the great forests that lie across the land,
The leaves form a thick carpet upon the ground upon which treads the King
Stag,
Velvet gone from his crown of horn, challenging all with his trumpeting cries.
The bear and the fat squirrels seek their dens.
The wolves stir in the cold, and their voices rise in songs to the moon.
Now is the time of the Hunter. His shadow flies across the midnight sky,
His horn sounds in the wind like thunder,
His red-eyed hounds fly on before.
Hearken now, the darkness comes!
She who stands guardian now is no longer the soft Maiden of spring,
Nor yet the fecund Mother full of the heat of summer.
It is Cerridwen now, the Crone, the Hag, who stands without.
In dreams and trance you see her, holding the cauldron into which all that
live must Go. Holding the cauldron that is Death.
Gone too the young Lord of Spring,
The Summer King. Now is the time of Herne the Hunter,
wild master of the Winter's night. Harsh he is and full of fire,
Lord of Death made manifest.
Hearken now, the darkness comes!
And in the turning of the year, the walls of time and space become as air,
Until life and death are as one and departed souls walk again among the living.
Here on this most sacred night, as the old year died and the new was born,
around the Fires the people gathered in celebration.
There was wine and cider from the vines and groves,
Bread from the fields of winnowed wheat, and meat steaming from the slaughter.
A great feast and celebration of life to take into the darknss.
Hearken now, the darkness comes!
And as the earth moved onward into the darkness,
The veil between the worlds grew thin, and strange beings walked upon the
land.
See now the pooka shake his tangled mane,
The sidhe come forth from out the hollow hills,
listen as the bean sidhe sings forth her terrible cry.
And against this army of eldritch power,
Men did wield a greater weapon as fires sprang forth upon the hilltops and
lit the Standing stones and village greens.
Dancing, swirling,
leaping past the fires the people held back the powers of the night with light
and music Until the dawn came once more.
Yet still the darkness comes!
Turn and turn again the Earth did in its endless dance among the stars.
Gone now the villages that lay beneath the downs and among the wolds.
Gone the straight track and winding sheep path.
Gone the King Stag and the shaggy bear.
Yet still we hear an echo of that time and place as we sit to honor our blessed
dead, as Our children dress as monsters and play in the shadows.
We hear the whisper of the Goddess in our hearts, and sometimes,
Late at night we hearken to the cry of the Hunt high in our crowded skies.
Hearken, for the darkness comes!
And we, the spirit children of that ancient age, we remember.
Though we labor not in the fields of waving grain,
Yet do we too now bring in our harvest.
We gather to ourselves the fruits of our projects begun in the spring of the
year and Ready ourselves for a time of rest and introspection.
We unburden ourselves with that which is no longer needful for our survival
through The winter of the year.
We the children of this ancient age remember too our honored dead who speak
to us Again as the walls of this world grow thin.
We pass the Cup of Remembrance as we think upon one who has gone before.
We remember the good times and the bright things we treasure from their memories,
And we allow them to fly free. We make our peace with She who waits for all.
We remember the fears of the darkness,
And in our masquerade and games,
we come to terms with Death and with change.
For such is the meaning at the heart of the feast.
So prepare you now as the darkness comes.
Ready the harvest of your hopes and dreams.
Light the fires against ignorance and fear.
For remember also,
That the darkness is but one turn upon the Wheel,
It is the darkness of the womb.
And the Death we all must face is merely the doorway to the Life to come.
BLESSED BE!!