Shadows of old souls,

stillness of the land

clouds ripple round the Moon

The wise Priestess knows the depth and beauty,

those who journeyed here,

the story of the man who once had found the

deep well of sweet waters

Five channels round it now run across the glen

The sweet and plump corn, golden green in the sun

feeding from the Earth, then feeding her children

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The sea sleeps in wrinkles in her lover the wind’s arms

The Priestess fills the Hearth with ancient knowledge and

tells the well­ -known story

of how it came to be

of how it came to pass

of how it’s all to last:

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“My eyes raised to the sky, my feet deep in the sea

I smile at the planet which was given to me

Everywhere my eyes roam is peace and abundance

I know where I am from and know where I will go

Alone in Oneness

I gaze at the beauty, and greet every being

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Seasons are slow here

The forest plentiful, the river plentiful

The mother tree beckons me from her heights, gently stirring her leaves

The bracken turning gold

Everything full of life quietly, no rush

going to sleep

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I remember blazing summer days

Now astounded with freshness in the dew, dawn and dusk

field flowers been and gone,

passing like many clear stars on a prairie green sky

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There’s always been one Way, and the Earth, your Mother

The peace and beauty of primordial life

will remain in the core of being,

but I will die

happy and peaceful, not scared

looking at the trees, the light and the breeze

and my last breath will melt with the wind

my body will join the earth

the rain will wash me,

and the Sun, the Sun will warm the soft, scented heath of my rest.”

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At night by the fire the old ones speak in turns to teach and warn the young

They knew everything, everything so simple, the essence of all things

all ages, all beings linked together in deep, mysterious harmony

 

The Earth’s many children looked to the skies and

stroked her with their feet dancing

and the Priestess did know

all things are eternal, and all things are changing

a never ending flow of all things blossoming

knew the Universe is a wheel of life, death, life

all of them together, just passing on the Way