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Heavy hung the moon must be,
With dreams and whispers in hidden seas.
Darkness deep does fade beneath
The secret heart of love’s black beat.
Deep within does hunger speak
Blood red, stars melt and passions weep.
In nightly death our hearts do meet,
A forbidden union where dark dreams sweet.
In my last post I addressed the idea of making your magic personal. There are those little things that you connect to that have personal meaning to you, and those are the most powerful. It could be a tool that you have, a picture or representation that resonates with you, an herb that conjures a…
Max Ehrmann is considered a Christian poet, but I read this poem while standing in line at a college bookstore while I was still seeking my path. The line, “Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.” struck me as a beautiful statement. Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and…
There is a meadow that I know, that I have seen in all its seasons. A young woman is there, as fresh and young as the spring. She runs wild as the wind, her heart light and winged. Through the meadow and fields she runs as the green sprouts of life brush her bare ankles,…
Sometimes the things in your Book of Shadows aren’t things that will come out of any book on Witchcraft. Sometimes it’s those things that are personal, that mean the most to you that are the most personal. I write poems, and sometimes collect a poem that has special meaning to me.
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