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| Original photo by Rainbow |
Welcome Home! The gate-keeper says
To Druid-Town, to the bender ring
Where the mad, the awesome & the
beautiful,
The feral children of Albion's rocky
shore
Share their blood music & ancient
lore;
Their stories & wisdom, their
skills & their strength
Their tears & their cups of tea.
So here we stand, a druid tribe
In song-wave ringing, heart to hand
Face-light caught by the season's ray
Eye story life lines,
Warp & weft of Awen's mandala,
We come from all over the wondrous
world,
Come in through the oak-leaf door.
The ash-bottle archive testifies
To the Dance of Life, to the hug circle,
To Earth's Blessing, to every kind of
weather;
Countless small acts of kindness &
love,
Rhythm of songs, pregnancy of silence,
Ritual power as we face the Mystery;
The Mystery of magic & of mirth.
The green & pleasant root-mother
Feeds & waters the family at her
table
Ancestral hills, ancestral wood,
Ancestral presence in everything,
Ancestral dream-field; the ancestral
word
Which we dare to utter so melodiously
Beneath the ancestral sky.
The druids of the ancient world
Who sang to bone & star, to stone &
sun
Met beneath leaves to whisper triads
there
Merged their blessings into Britain's
Land
May they bless protect & guide us
in the visioning of their art
To hold & be held, a sacred
guardianship;
The love of all existences!
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| Original photo by Laura Cooper. |
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