Feel free to add at any time Hear the words of the dancing God, the music of whose laughter stirs the winds, whose voice calls the seasons: I who am the Lord of the Hunt and the Power of the Light, sun among the clouds and the secret of the flame I call upon your bodies to arise and come unto me. For I am the flesh of the earth and all its beings. Through me all things must die and with me are reborn. Let my worship be in the body that sings, for behold all acts of willing sacrifice are my rituals. Let there be desire and fear, anger and weakness, joy and peace, awe and longing within you. For these too are part of the mysteries found within yourself, within me, all beginnings have endings, and all endings have beginnings. charge of the god - author unknown
Sufi
Not Christian or Jew or Muslim, not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen. Not any religion or cultural system. I am not from the east or the west, not out of the ocean or up from the ground, not natural or ethereal, not composed of elements at all. I do not exist, am not an entity in this world or the next, did not descend from Adam and Eve or any origin story. My place is the placeless, a trace of the traceless. Neither body or soul. I belong to the beloved, have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first, last, outer, inner, only that breath breathing human being. sufi mystic - jelaluddin rumi - 13th century
O love, O pure deep love, be here, be now. Be all; worlds dissolve into your stainless endless radiance, Frail living leaves burn with you brighter than cold stars; Make me your servant, your breath, your core.
sufi mystic - jelaluddin rumi - 13th century
Celtic
Bless, O Mistress of Magic, Myself and everything anear me, Bless me in all my makings, And keep me safe forever. Keep me safe forever. From every unclean spirit and sending, From every evil wish and cursing, From every wicked spell and glamour, From every star that frowns upon me, Save me till the end of my day. That they may keep me safe forever. Save me till the end of my day. Let every nymph and faerie be my sister, Let every troll and brownie be my brother, Let every fairy-mouse and will-o-the-wisp befriend me, That they may keep me safe forever. That they may keep me safe forever. carmina gadelica - ancient celtic oral tradition
We bathe your palms In the showers of wine, In the crook of the kindling, In the seven elements, In the sap of the tree, In the milk of honey,
We place nine pure, choice gifts In your clear beloved face:
The gift of form, The gift of voice, The gift of fortune, The gift of goodness, The gift of eminence, The gift of charity, The gift of integrity, The gift of true nobility, The gift of apt speech.
traditional gaelic
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comes within the souls of men when they realize...
their relationship,their oneness,with the Universe
and all its powers,
and when they realize that the centre of Universe
dwells Wakan Tanka,the Creator,
and that this centre is everywhere,
It is within each of us.
(Black Elk,Oglala Lakota Nation)
With your feet I walk I walk with your limbs I carry forth your body For me your mind thinks Your voice speaks for me Beauty is before me And beauty is behind me Above and below me hovers the beautiful I am surrounded by it I am immersed in it In my youth I am aware of it And in old age I shall walk quietly The beautiful trail.
(Native American - navaho)
Cover my earth mother four times with many flowers. Let the heavens be covered with the banked-up clouds. Let the earth be covered with fog; cover the earth with rains. Great waters, rains, cover the earth. Lightning cover the earth. Let thunder be heard over the earth; let thunder be heard; Let thunder be heard over the six regions of the earth.
(Native American - zuni)
It is lovely indeed, it is lovely indeed. I, I am the spirit within the earth ... The feet of the earth are my feet ... The legs of the earth are my legs ... The bodily strength of the earth is my strength ... The thoughts of the earth are my thoughts ... The voice of the earth is my voice ... The feather of the earth is my feather ... All that belongs to the earth belongs to me ... All that surrounds the earth surrounds me ... I, I am the sacred words of the earth ... It is lovely indeed, it is lovely indeed.
(Native American - navaho song)
Our old women gods, we ask you! Our old women gods, we ask you! Then give us long life together, May we live until our frosted hair is white; May we live till then. This life that now we know!
(Native American - tewa)
-- Edited by Avalin at 12:18, 2006-09-30
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