From
the eastern realm does she rise and shine to continue the cycle, the
reflection, the promise of fire and passion, growing in the path once
more. My Brothers and Sisters sing to her, their chorus welcoming and
joyful.
From the southern realm, the cold ground with its mysteries held deep and long through the dark time, the promise of sustenance and rebirth, new life kept, it begins to stir yielding its gifts.
From the western realm, the path of initiation and change, the water nourishes us and its blanket becomes our nursemaid, filling us, forming us, and clearing the way for our coming.
From the northern realm, home to the Olde Ones, ye Masters of Intellect and Birth, the Ancients of Dawnings welcoming arms waiting as we emerge from our sleep to again stand once more among you and carry forth your great works to those in need or would heed.
From the Spirit within,
from above and below, that which birthed and was birthed, become one
now and become the seed of our journey as we renew ourselves, ready to
face that which is before us, that which is left to be learned, and that
which is left to teach. The three-fold path we travel awaits.From the southern realm, the cold ground with its mysteries held deep and long through the dark time, the promise of sustenance and rebirth, new life kept, it begins to stir yielding its gifts.
From the western realm, the path of initiation and change, the water nourishes us and its blanket becomes our nursemaid, filling us, forming us, and clearing the way for our coming.
From the northern realm, home to the Olde Ones, ye Masters of Intellect and Birth, the Ancients of Dawnings welcoming arms waiting as we emerge from our sleep to again stand once more among you and carry forth your great works to those in need or would heed.
Let the journey continue...
Blessed Be.
