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Responsibility
"Compassion
is not quantitative.
Certainly it is true that behind every
human being who cries out for help
there may be
a million or more
equally entitled to attention.
But this is the poorest of all
reasons for not helping the
person
whose cries you hear.
Where, then does one begin or stop?
How to choose? How to determine
which
one of a million sounds surrounding
you is more deserving than the rest?
Do not concern yourself in such
speculations.
You will never know,
you will never need to know.
Reach out and take hold of the one
who happens to be nearest.
If
you are never able to help or save
another, at least you will have
saved one. To help put meaning
into
a single life may not produce
universal regeneration,
but it happens to represent
the basic form of energy in a
society.
It is also the test of individual responsibility."
-- Norman
Cousins
The Eve of MidWinter
T'was the Eve of MidWinter and all thru the coven,
The Witches were
cooking strange things in the oven.
There were mugwart frittatas and dragon's blood stew And mescaline eggnog and mandrake
fondue.
There were hot mountain oysters and roadkill pate`
And spotted owl kidneys and wombat flambe`.
The circle was cast and the herbs had been smoked,
In hopes that
the Goddess would soon be invoked.
When out by the hot tub arose such a clatter
I jumped off
my broom to see what was the matter
And what should I see in the blackberry thorns
But a soaking wet
Goddess and eight unicorns
"I was just sitting down with my vibrating phallus
And a good book, " she muttered" You
bitches are
callous!I came when you called over all my objections And got lost in the woods - you give lousy directions.
You turkeys invoked me, now look at my dress,My period's late and I've got PMS!"
She cursed as She muttered; She looked
like a wreck.
The unicorns wimpered and shat on the deck.
We gave her some weed and we got her some grub,
We brought her clean
towels and She soaked in the tub. Then She rose hot and dripping and gave us her
blessing And jumped in her chariot without
even dressing!
"On Isis, on Eris, Oya and Astarte
On Ishtar, Inanna, Kali and Hecate!"
We heard her exclaim as She
climbed thru the air,
"Thank goodness, there's only eight sabbats a year!"
attributed to ~Aurora Borealis Medicine Turkey
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HAPPINESS IS NOT A TENDED ROSE
Happiness is not a
tended rose
Amid the prescient beauty
of a garden:
Perhaps one senses soon
some gate may close;
Perhaps
one senses soon
the earth will harden.
Years come and go like
waves upon a shore,
Violent or peaceful
with
the wind.
After one has given up on more,
Love waits within the heart,
its passion thinned.
Even in a passage
void of light,
Nether windings black
with rage and grief,
There are waters sweet
with lost delight
In
which one finds a strong,
serene belief.
No happiness can overcome
life's pain Except one love,
and
love given life again.
=The author is unknown to me=
There Is A Place
There
is a place, inside of you
Where strength and power live,
That only love can give.
Protected from the start,
It
lies beneath your heart,
Your special, secret place.
There is a place inside of you,
Forever safe and true.
It's
your strength, your safety net,
That shields you from all pain and yet,
It's the place where you can be,
Secure,
safe and free.
The place where strength resides,
A peaceful place that love provides.
Inside of you - always true,
It
keeps you from all pain,
In sunshine or rain.
The place inside of you,
Where love keeps shining through.
Inside
of you.
Inside of you.
Inside of you.
Lyrics By Hattie Halgren
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YOUR
poem right here right now
if You would just be so
kind as to send it
to Me (Maga) with the
form above. We're ALL
looking forward to it!
When my hour glass begins to shine,
And the sand is running low;
I want to know I've left
behind,
Some "good" before I go.
I hope that in my final hour,
In all honesty I can say:
That somewhere in my
lifetime,
I have brightened someone's day.
Lord, please be my reminder
And keep whispering in my ear ...
To be
a "giver," not a "taker,"
In the time I have left here.
~C~ 2001
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Pagan Bed time chant
"Mother Moon and Father Sun,
Now our day is all done.
Watch
over me where I lie,
From Your home within the sky,
In my dreams I hope You send,
Happy dreams
of Summerland.
For free will of All,
and with harm to None,
Now as i've willed it,
So
now be it done!
Blessed be!"
As seen by the Eyes of the Moon
Adrift on a cloud
Airy and light
Uncovering the cusp
Of
dreamy delight
Together we mix
In swirls of flight
Bound by the other's
Enchanting night
Silvery sliver hangs
low
where he can keep watch
On the beauty below
A lost lovers soul
Found in Your bed
Illuminated in silvery
Wonderous
thread
One beat she can give
And die alas!
One less her lonely bed
This night will pass
She will wake before
the sun
Gazing so fondly at the one
Gratitude and grandeur
All at once she knows
For the clouds have collided
And
dreams become prose
I can't turn away
Or fight this
All I can say
Is let Me stay
And I will be true
I'll
dedicate my life
To knowing
And loving You.
By Rebecca E. 1999
MY SIN
Tell me what I'd have to change.
Who
would I have to be To slip into your arms;
for you to make sweet love to me.
Must I climb the highest cliff;
swim along
the ocean floor, Crawl over broken glass -
would you demand that I do more?
Could you take me as I am, with my
issues and my flaws, Pull me to your
chest without a hesitation or a pause?
Slide your hungry tongue
between my parted lips. Run your
anxious fingers along my quivering
hips.
Wrap me in your passion, expose your
every need. Press your steamy lips
to mine, every secret freed. Sprinkle your
tears across my cheek, confess
every
desire, Moan my name, call me
yours, and set my soul on fire.
Need me more with every
breath that
slips into your chest, Please me nightly,
miss me daily, never compare me
with the rest. Grip my wrists;
look in my eyes, and say the
words I long
to hear; Kiss me roughly, and
weep my name, forever hold me dear.
Do I ask for wishes that could
never quite come true? Is
my sin,
my greatest fault, that I
can't stop loving you?
Author: Brandi Rogers
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I Am Not Yours
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost
as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet
I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept
by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
by: Sarah Teasdale (1884-1933)
Our Deepest Fear
Our deepest fear is not that
we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are
powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness
that frightens us most.
We ask ourselves.....
"Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented and fabulous?"
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of god.
Your playing small does not
serve the world. There is nothing
enlightened about shrinking so that
other people wont
feel insecure around you.
You were born to make manifest
the glory of god that is within us.
- It is in everyone and as we let
our own light shine,
we give other people the permission
to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically
liberates others.
with love-
Nelson Mandella
I Love Thee
I love thee, as I love the calm
Of
sweet, star-lighted hours!
I love thee, as I love the balm
Of early jes'mine flow'rs.
I love
thee, as I love the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass'd away.
I love thee as I love the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul
is wak'd for me alone,
When all beside is mute.
I love thee as I love the first
Young violet of the spring;
Or the pale lily, April-nurs'd,
To scented blossoming.
I love thee,
as I love the full,
Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely--sad--and beautiful--
At night-fall floats along,
Pour'd by the bul-bul forth to greet
The hours of rest and dew;
When
melody and moonlight meet
To blend their charm, and hue.
I love thee, as the glad bird loves
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering.
I love
thee as I love the swell,
And hush, of some low strain,
Which bringeth, by its gentle spell,
The past to life again.
Such is the feeling which from thee
Nought earthly can allure:
'Tis ever
link'd to all I see
Of gifted--high--and pure!
by Eliza Acton, 1799-1859.
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