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Feel the breeze on my facethe icy breath of the |
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Goddess.I raise my hand and touch the illusion. |
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My mind is powerful and my |
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Ego is highas the mountain in front of me. |
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Clouds run fast and silence comesfrom the |
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Fronds of the |
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Ancient Walnut:no scents, no odors, no sounds, no laments;the cold vanishes... |
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I get all the colors all around meand |
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I see the enchanting dance of the branches:it is the |
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Walnut calling the witches,it is our dream voyaging through the aethyr. |
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What was not becomes reality. |
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I am the deer running to the |
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Sabbath!I am the crow which observes the silence! |
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I am the craftsman of myself...therefore |
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I praise the |
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Horned and the |
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Great Mother! |
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And where the wind blows, at the mercy of the oneiric,it is the touch of the world's spiritswhich enhances my magic. |
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Mind's spreading, faint voices chant at the moon,the silvering light of |
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Levanah penetrates the unconsciousand revives the |
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Ancient Knowledge. |
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I take flight, the dance is over. |
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Now we are the deer returning from the |
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Sabbath!Now we are the crow which contemplated the silence! |
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Now we are the craftsmen of ourselves...therefore we praise the |
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Horned and the |
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Great Mother! |
