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I am bowing my head
In the eye of the Mother who gave me birth,
In the eye of the Maiden who loves me,
In the eye of the Crone who guides me in wisdom,

In friendship and affection.

Through thy gift of nature, O Goddess,
Bestow upon us fullness in our need.

Love towards the Lady,
The affection of the Lady,
The laughter of the Lady,
The wisdom of the Lady,
The passion of the Lady,
The blessing of the Lady,
And the magic of the Lady

To do in the world of Abred,
As the Ageless Ones do in Gwynfyd;

Each shade and light,
Each day and night,
Each moment in kindness,
Grant us Thy Sight.

carmina gadelica - ancient celtic oral tradition

Give thou thine heart to the wild magic,
To the Lord and the Lady of Nature,
Beyond any consideration of this world.

Do not covet large or small,
Do not despise weakling or poor,
Semblance of evil allow not near thee,
Never give nor earn thou shame.

The Ancient Harmonies are given thee,
Understand them early and prove,
Be one with the power of the elements,
Put behind thee dishonour and lies.

Be loyal to the Lord of the Wild Wood,
Be true to the Lady of the Stars,
Be true to thine own self besides,
True to the magic of Nature above all else.

Do not thou curse anyone,
Lest thou threefold cursed shouldst be,
And shouldst thou travel ocean and earth,
Follow the very step of the ancient trackways.

carmina gadelica - ancient celtic oral tradition

Vackra dikter ..engelskan gör dom lite mystiska dessutom..tycker jag.

BB//W

Ohh… så vackra. Du har verkligen ordets gåva käre druid, även om dessa inte var dina egna denna gång.