Category: Pagan


Luna : A poem

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She is so very lonely tonight.
She hardly even even shows her light.
In a few days she will call.
In a few days, she will show all.

And so she looks into almost every room.
She looks and looks until shes ready to swoon. Hoping to shine upon her lovers face.
Hoping to feel his soft embrace.

Alas she grows tired and her hope grows thin. She will rest. than begin all over again.

Blessed be my friends

Magic a poem

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Magic all around
swirling through the air washing away despair
and all terrible sound

Air from the east
like a magical beast
yet so fair

Earth solid and firm the foundation on which we stand giver of our birth

Water ever changing
ever flowing
the fountain of all our knowing through ashes and flame the beginings of our name

Spirit father of direction
steerer of fate giver of insurrection

Soul mother of all living nurturer of us all
source of all giving

Self the vessel ongoing power ever growing ever changing, ever learning

Magic looking and seeing beyond our self. Magick becoming more finding whats in store.

Magic.

ML & Dk.

Blessed be my friends