'The glint of blade lifted to the moon,
a burst of spark and flame,
soothing cool waters,
moonlit, rippled,
dance the mind awake.
I kiss my hand to the moon times two,
and let the cauldron speak;
read portents in the wing-wake of crows,
translate underworld speech through the waters of a stream,
I run with the deer.
The Wildwood Lord and the Ruby Mouthed Lady await me.
soothing cool waters,
moonlit, rippled,
dance the mind awake.
I kiss my hand to the moon times two,
and let the cauldron speak;
read portents in the wing-wake of crows,
translate underworld speech through the waters of a stream,
I run with the deer.
The Wildwood Lord and the Ruby Mouthed Lady await me.
Standing at the entrance to the psyche,
armed with only a hag stone 'round my neck to keep the night-mares at bay
as a seeker I take a breath of cool damp air,
place my hand on the rough rock surface of the earthly womb,
and enter, alone,
I emerge in partnership with a deeper understanding of myself,
where the twylight and the darkness dwell
and the Gods of the wild places whisper me awake...
The life-long journey of the mysteries unfolds,
and as it does I willingly follow.'
Aurora Raven
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