"CIRCLES"
Great Spirit...Mystery from
beyond ....and within..
I come to you this day..
to pray...to love...to make
a sacred circle...
I , Rainbow Moon Raven,
knock three times on the
mother...
call to you... .....
I come to you in a sacred and holy manner...
to thank you for the circles in my life...
the friends I once made in cyber land...
who are still my
friends...whose hearts still
beat closely to mine...
though some of us have met...and some have not...
there still remains a circle...
of hearts...
to the friends I have met elsewhere...
.but ..yet...the bond just
as strong...
to the continuing friends I meet everyday...
and to those who would think me their enemy....
to you my brothers and sisters...one heart within the whole...
I invite you to rejoin hearts and hands with me...
in a sacred circle...
to once again rejoice in coyote tricks and games...
to laugh at life's miseries...
and make them obsolete...
though we may be of opposites religions...
or different parts of the
world...
we still have one thing in
common...
our hearts..
no matter our color, race, or religion....
we still have our hearts in common...
my heart beats with your heart...
beat...
with the...
beat ...
of the mother...
and...
the father...
the grandmother moon...
one beat of the drum...
one beat of the circle...
one beat of my ancestors to yours...
one beat of my children to yours...
I ask you to once again...
to feel the elementals...
to feel the wind upon
your cheek...
to know she brings change...and purification...
comes to blow away your
burdens...
to once again...
look at fire as a part of you...
and of all creation...
to recognize YOUR own flame...
that lies with in your
heart...and soul...
to see the blue flame...of spirit...
and of the mother...
and the father...
and
of yourselves...
and of our ancestors...
to look at the water...
in all her shapes and
forms...
to see the water within your own souls...
and hearts...
and the painful parts that go deep as the ocean...
and is just as stormy as the
storm upon the sea......
the parts we hide from others...
and ourselves...
to see the mountain spring...
bubbling...giggling....
and telling of newness...
the healing waters of a hot springs...
the undines and elementals who care for the water...
to see the earth...
as our mother...
our nurturer...
the one who feeds us...clothes us...
puts roofs above our
heads....
carries us on her back...
as a great turtle who would
carry her young across the sea....
to see the standing people...
as our brothers...
ones who bring us oxygen...
and who teaches us of our
own roots...
to see how the plant life...
gives of itself to nurture us...
to heal us...and to take
away our woes...
to thank the grandfather stones...
for keeping the records...
of days long past...
for giving away their
healing medicines...
to thank the feathered ones...
for their song in the
mornings...
and for taking and bringing us...
messages from spirit....
and for the four leggeds...
who have been food...and companions...
guides...
and teachers...
and coyotes...in sheep's clothing....~*C*~
to thank the father sun...for giving his light...
for all of creation...
so we may know ...
we are but one never-ending circle with in
his/her hands...
To know that grandmother spider...
weaves a web of all of creation...
using all colors...of the
rainbow...
And to know...these webs...she weaves...are never~ending...
and ever growing...
from my heart to yours....
I thank you for making my life a treasure of many
rainbows jewels....
Love, "Rainbow Moon Raven"...
aka....*Fairytail*
O Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life to all the world,
Hear me!
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty
and make my eyes ever behold the sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons
you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength,
not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.
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