The Spell of Being

The Spell of Being

I am without time.

I am all times.

I am a speck of dust

I am a mountain of stone.

I am without form.

I am all forms.

I am the last Spark of Hope

I am the Inferno of Creation

I am the unseen Past.

I am the unknown Future.

I am the soft sigh of Death

I am the gale of Chaos

I am without Life

I am without Death

I am a silent Tear

I am an unbroken Wave

I am Spirit without form

And I am Form in Spirit

I am not

I am.

 

Banfiadh-2017

Pagan Harmony

Sacred ground and sacred rite

Skyclad bodies dancing round

Blazing fire on Bealtine night

Power building until unbound

Blessed Goddess, Great Horned God

Come to us this sabatt night

Herne the Hunter and Arianrhod

Dance with us till dawning light

Spiral in then spiral out

A greeting kiss a knowing nod

Magick flows round all about

Woven ribbons round Maypole rod

A circle cast a circle danced

Laughing, chanting glowing flight

Power seen by witch’s glance

Silvered beings in bright moonlight

Ancient ones and ancient ways

Gnomes and Drakes, Slyphs and Undines

Bring us fertile sunlit days

Unshod feet trace ancient lines

Lead us on the Spiral path

Dance up the crops in summers time

Newfound wisdom to help us laugh

Harvests bounty and Autumn wine

Young winsome lass and gracious mother

Be grateful child for Goddess’ love

Yet the crone claims all like a long lost mother

As the God of summer thunders above

Winter, spring, summer and fall, silver wheel turns them all

God of Horns protects and watches

Birth, life, death and rebirth the path laid for us all

As the fates weave the matches

Fall is past and winters come

Live joyously and honestly

As another turn of the wheel is done

An it harm none so mote it be

Life comes again as spring draws near

Love Of Goddess, now let it be

Love the Goddess, now let it be

Love each other as she loves thee

And heed well children

The living dance of Harmony

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