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Song of the CircleDeosil round the birch and oak, the God and Goddess we invoke;
Widdershins around again, harmful powers not within.
Calm and crisp, the air we breathe, for new thoughts our minds to weave.
Ever burning, the soul's fire brings motivation and desire.
Smooth and clear, the waters flow, so others' hearts we too shall know.
Earth protects us, always strong, aids us in our circle song.
Merry meet and merry part, and this ritual shall start!
Merry meet again we will; let this space with heaven fill!
Earth, water, fire, air; waxing, waning, forever there.
Under moon and under sun, around this wide world we will run.
Journey to the Summerlan
Earth Menders PrayerBy fevered flame, by soothing water!
By untamed winds, by stoic earth!
The Goddess's grace surrounds me!
A single tree in the forest,
A single drop in the ocean,
A single wolf in the pack,
I am one among many.
As a leaf upon the wind,
As a petal upon the pond,
As a root beneath the earth,
I move among the flows.
With fire's passion,
Water's serenity,
Wind's Grace,
And Earth's Strength,
I am one with Mother Earth!
I shall walk along this long road,
And behold the beauty of this world.
And with every fiber of my very being,
I shall defend her with my life.
TranscendDeep in the night, I sit.
My skin, illuminated by the moon,
prickles under the autumn breeze.
Insects sing in cacophonous voices
to the rhythm of the rustling branches.
While others sleep, I will soon awaken.
I face the sky, entering a world of fog
from candles and incense.
My bare arms brush the soil
as I lay embraced by grasses and flowers.
Time slows and leaves me to my peace.
In my tranquil state, I forget how to think.
My body sinks through the world
into the space beyond space.
My mind is freed, my soul opened.
I am no longer human.
I am past male and female,
past good and evil.
In this place, everything simply is.
It
The Woven SeasonThe great mother's spinning wheel has turned once more
to the season of straw and gold,
when spiders' wispy curtains are hung and
candle smoke wafts from carved gourds
on the night of honored souls.

Fiery veils are draped across the trees,
their tassels falling to the ground.

Through the painted layers of clouds and skies
shine a multitude of constellations;
their patterns and positions are as glorious
and unique to this time of year
as the scarves and hats
woven with love by grandmothers and aunts.

The mother weaves her vibrant strings quickly,
using the last of her annual supply
before she tucks in the world for slumber
unde
Moon MagickBlessed night
Candlelight's flicker in the quiet dark
I stand naked
A quick shiver from the cool air
A shudder from the power building in me
Oh the sweet night
I reach my fingers to the cold window
The icy barrier prevents me from grasping the heavens
Silence and snow blanket the world below
I wait
Watching the skies for her chariot
Patiently I mark her path
Riding gracefully through thick white clouds
Until she crests
High
In all her glory
I bask in her full  beams
Joyful in her light
Releasing all I hold within me
I share my soul
With the universe
Red ForestA stroll through an autumn forest does wonders for the soul. In the tranquility of the late evening, the rustling of the leaves under your tennis shoes is the whispering of a thousand little faeries. The low hum of the breeze through the trees lifts their dry skirts in a fiery dance. Crows and ravens kark to their own rhythms in the absence of the songbirds who joined the warm air on its annual southern vacation. You may stumble across the playtime of squirrels and chipmunks, undeterred by the urgency to store away food for winter's harsh reign over the land. A stag stands tall on the distant hill, not only aware but also proud of his regal a
TreesAided by wind's breath
They wave hello and goodbye
Take what they are given
And give back what is equivalent
Deeper connection to the Earth
Than all others
Stand guard over those of land
Reach up toward those of sky
Unaware of those of sea
Homes for those of spirit
See without eyes
Sway with the passing sun
Feel without fingers
Strong and loyal and unmoving
Revealed by winter's gray
Empowered by spring's energy
Hidden by summer's green
Illuminated by autumn's fire
Rejoicing under rainclouds
Fear of the lethal flash
Only succumb to the end
When lightning falls
Or the soil withers to sand.
I am a WitchWhen you look at me,
What do you see?
Do you see a man, hanging from a rope,
With soulless eyes and a guilty face?
Do you see a sorceress with a viper tongue,
And ice in her heart's place?
Do you see a Demon,
With long claws and blackened flesh?
Do you see a temptress,
Consuming bodies, dead and fresh?

When you look at me,
What do you see?
Do you see a friend
You've known for so long?
Do you see a girl
With a faith pure and strong?
Do you see a boy
Who casts a spell of charm?
Do you see a citizen
Who causes no harm?

When you look at me,
Do you realize what you see?
I am a witch,
And proud to say
That I am a normal huma
Moon Faced BeautyWhere has she gone?
my sullen beauty,
who haunted me so
through the long endless nights,
where once she taunted
with her alluring light
which shone above all
in the isolated darkness.

But no longer may we be
so alone to share in our secret
fears and whispered desires,
she no less a mystery has become
shy, perhaps pulsing with envy
that she is no longer the only
vessel of light.

She abstains to compete
with artificiality of a world
which is aglow in neon colors,
unnatural but tantalizing,
screaming they announce
themselves, boasting their trivialities
they have no secrets to hide
they conceal nothing.

Now she
All That IsAll that sees is water.
The ebb and flow, the rise and fall
Tides come and go
Frozen or floating
Water is smooth and forgiving
Or harsh and hateful
Forever renewing itself.

All that hears is air.
The hush and whisper, the breeze and gale
Winds come and go
Silent or screaming
Air is gentle and calming
Or cruel and forceful
Forever pushing itself.

All that tastes is fire.
The crackle and hiss, the heat and glow
Embers come and go
Wild or tamed
Fire is passionate and healing
Or savage and vengeful
Forever fueling itself.

All that touches is earth.
The hill and valley, the desert and forest
Roots come and go
Sweet or bitte
Ostara blessingMay Ostara bring joy and easiness into your lives,
may her fertility be passed over to you and may your dreams, ideas, wishes, plans ripen and bear new fruits.

May the loveliness of spring open your hearts and may you understand the beauty of being and take it in.

Full of strength and new energy you shall walk into the brightness of the awakening spring and you shall leave the darkness of the past time behind.

Let go all former burdens and get rid of the ballast still hindering you.
Free and with new strength your feet shall carry you towards dawn.

May Ostara bless you all!
Singing Steel, Olden Ways.Where have all the old ways gone?
Are the old stories still told?
Are the old songs still sung?
Does the old steel still shine?
Cryptic marks in ancient texts,
Written not by Pagan hands,
Branded us with the crosses sins,
And made us to waste away under its shadow.
Cursed we are to this day,
To be the heathens of histories halls.
They remember only the blood spilled,
And never the reasons why.
Our old gods remade,
Cast as demons of cloven hoof.
Our old rituals deemed profane,
Only practiced by sinful hands.
Are you indeed lost in these words?
Shall you fall into these lies?
Neigh, I feel the fire in your heart!
Ancient b
Druidcraft Tarot: A JourneyI am but a Fool, innocent and young
The tale of my quest is yet to be sung.
I am the Magician; my power rings true
I am yet to be split in two.
I am the High Priestess, still and wise
The mystery of dreams is found in my eyes.
I am the Lady; creation is mine
Abundance flows from the female divine.
I am the Lord, and my word is law
My throne provides structure and forbids flaw.
I am the High Priest, the teacher of ways
Routine and counsel and the everyday.
I am the Lovers, the reunion of sides
I seal the wounds and repair the divides.
I am the Chariot, the holder of fame
I best obstacles and bring success to my name.
I am Stren
The Mother and the LoverI am the Goddess, Feminine Divine,
Crone, Mother, Maiden, faces sublime!
I am the Mother from whom all flows,
I am the womb in which all grows!
I am the Maiden at days dawning,
Without Me, there is nothing!
I am the inspiration that brings change,
I am the Muse that to none seems strange!
I am the Crone at life's bitter end,
To heal and break, to shape and mend!
Worship Me in all My glory and might,
Take comfort from Me in the night!
Feel My warm and dark embrace,
Welcoming all to My sacred space!
Take Power if needed to set you Free,
But never ignore or abandon Me!

I am the God, Masculine Divine,
Sage, Lover, Child, all do s
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Story of the Wild Green God

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Sometimes a tree, standing strong and alive.
Sometimes a bee taking flight from her hive.
Sometimes a stag, fleet of foot and proud.
Sometimes a river, powerful and loud.
Whether water or earth or fire or air,
He is the spirit you feel everywhere.
Take a leisurely walk through his forest someday,
But take care not to have your mind stolen away.
He is the hunter, the man with great horns,
Whose clothing is foliage, whose skin is shorn.
In face he is shadowed, with eyes deep and green.
In soul he is wise, enigmatic, unseen.
His legend rings out over many an age,
Over many a woodland, and many a page.
Harm not his kingdom, not his gentle land;
His blessing is yours if you take his hand.
In his world of summer, the newly-dead roam,
Waiting for his guidance to see them home.
To the vast wilderness your prayers should be sent.
Ask for strength and for peace in the life you've been lent.
Remember always the heart of the vine,
And you will be safe in his arms divine.
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I couldn't decide whether to write about the Green Man or the Horned God, so I ended up writing about a blend of the two. I apologize if my doing so offends anyone (I don't expect it will, but just in case).
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*indiana-w May 4, 2012  Student Writer
I usually think of the Green Man as a sort of spirit subordinate to the Horned God (which might be more offensive to some) but because of this the poem worked for me.
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~NorthWind-foxtrot229 May 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
As I like to say, the strength of Paganism lies in its diversity. Everyone has his/her own beliefs, and that's all the better, in my opinion. Your idea makes sense to me. Thanks for reading my poem!
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*indiana-w May 6, 2012  Student Writer
^^
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~Cernig Sep 17, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Wonderful piece of praise. I'd happily use this in my own rituals, with permission.
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~NorthWind-foxtrot229 Sep 18, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Of course, feel free to use it.
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~Cernig Sep 18, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you. Blessed be, C
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~NorthWind-foxtrot229 Sep 18, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Blessed be!
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~thespes Apr 4, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
I really enjoyed this! I don't often see poetry to the God (who, at least in my way of thinking is both the horned god and the green man :shrug:). You write very well, and it was a pleasure to read.
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~NorthWind-foxtrot229 Apr 5, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
I usually don't write poems that rhyme, but I thought it worked well for this one. (I agree with you, but when I started writing I wanted to focus on one aspect or the other. The way it turned out feels better to me, though.)
Thank you for your input!
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~thespes Apr 5, 2011  Hobbyist General Artist
My pleasure!
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