Tag: pagan

Prayer to Gaia

Mother Gaia, hear my voice
even if its eternally silenced
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I do not have the words to say
I only know how to feel this
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Show me what I am burdened by
reveal my futile attachments

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Sense my desperate graspings
my density’s internal refractions

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Clear me now with wind and wave
purify me, even by soot and flame
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Strip away all my clenching
teach me to allow my flow

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Shake me loose of all my fear
cast aside my indiscretions

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Hold me now, naked and bare
remind me of our intrinsic union
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Reaquaint me with my bones
as I study your crystalline core

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Reinform what my blood knows
as I listen to your rushing waters

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Reestablish my own connections
as I witness your networks of life

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Renew the force of my strength
as I meditate on your delights
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Teach me the forgotten languages
of nature, appreciation and power

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Take me back to where time began
before my species created war

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To the hallowed places within myself
free from costs, strife and malice
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To the gardens of your reclaimation
ever-growing in the depths of soul
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Reinvigorate my senses and abandon
reenchant my life with your magick

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All I am in truth, I offer up to you
may my living be a pleasing sacrifice

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May I someday die once more, to be
forever consumed by your grace
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Bury me peaceful within your love
let my decay fuel your abundance

Blessed Beltane!

As fate would have it, I’m spending Beltane (today) through the Taurus new moon (Saturday) on the road, attending a festival, to read my poetry and some other spoken word, accompanied by one of my oldest and most creative friends. Seems just right!

Didn’t want to compromise my commitment to this blog or stress about posting from the road like I did on my last trip, so I’ve been preparing posts ahead of time… Meaning I’ve also been pondering Beltane… Wondering my misty mountains, filling my soul with the sights, sounds and sensations of spring… And of course, writing poetry:

feels

feels cold and dry
skin pulls tight
eyes and nose water

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the tips of
fingers and toes
tingling
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feels soft and light
snowing so little
like crystal fairies
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the corners of
lips and cheeks
laughing

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feels strangely quiet
fog muffled sounds
failing to carry far

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breath tucked in
holding to hear
nothing

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feels so intoxicating
crisp, delicious spring
penetrating my soul

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heart beating in
the rhythms of
cycling

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and noticing the small blessings

Finding this assertion of life was such a charming and delightful surprise to me, I hope you enjoy too:

May your day be filled with the little glories and the big joys as well! Blessed be my beloveds!