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    Thursday, May 8, 2008, 02:15 AM EST [General]

    The Road begins

    Let no man dare to ride the winds,
    as mothers children do.
    Let no man dare to tempt ,
    the fires their way.
    Let no man think the waters will,
    obey him and be true,
    nor order up the earthquake in his day.
    For the children of the Goddess,
    walk a very special road,
    To speak the truth,
    its not an easy way.
    But to one who hears the calling,
    and has felt its gentle good,
    There is no other path,
    For she is joy.

    So filled with joy you follow her,
    although the path is long,
    and hum the ancient Lay
    or merry tune,
    And your burdens grow much lighter,
    for you know you are not wrong.

    And the children's ,children's, children,
    say the ancient Witches Rune,
    Your the one to ride the wind,
    that answers your command.
    Your the one to ride the wind,
    that answers your command.
    And you'll force the fire ,
    the others say is wild.
    And the waters will obey you,
    and the earthquake will seek your hand.

    And you will smile , for you will know,
    then that you are Mothers child.

    Author unknown

    Quest © 1997 Azure
    Beam me back to the forest, Merlin
    Let me dance among the wolves.
    Let me find inner power
    and perfect truth...


    Seeker of spirit am I
    Among the earth, I begin my quest,
    A journey of visions,
    Sights of the mind
    Connections with the soul...

    Perhaps I shall meet my angel
    My namesake,
    the Lady in Blue
    Revealed in a crystal
    beneath the full moon
    Or the Cherokee, the nameless one
    Who led me to a place of light
    Or the Eagle, who brought the shaman
    Out of his tarot confinement
    Gave him a staff, and a grimoire
    Made him a Guide of the Seekers...

    Perhaps I shall see the lamplight
    And follow Hecate to her cave
    I shall bathe in native waters
    And learn to embrace the darkness.
    I shall call upon the power of the Crone
    To teach me the wisdom of the ages
    I will listen with all of my being...

    In time I shall pass through the portal
    A new place, new lessons to learn
    But for today, give me the evergreens
    The waterfalls, magickal berries
    and ancient oaks.
    Beam me back to the forest, Merlin
    Let me dance among the wolves...

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