Muse 2: To feed heart soul mind as we enter the circle...
Invigorating goddess chant...
The earth is our mother We must take care of her The earth is our mother We must take care of her Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Her sacred ground we walk upon With every step we take Her sacred ground we walk upon With every step we take Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang The sky is our father We must take care of him The sky is our father We must take care of him Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang His sacred air we breathe in With every breath we take His sacred air we breathe in With every breath we take Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang ... The earth is our mother We must take care of her The earth is our mother We must take care of her Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang Hey yanga, ho yanga, hey yang yang !!! |
And a small piece of whimsy...
I went out to the hazelwood Because a fire was in my head I cut and trimmed a hazel wand And put a berry to her thread And when white moths were on the wing And moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout And then I layed it on the floor And went to blow the fire aflame Then something rustled on the floor And someone called me by my name It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air Now when I'm old and wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands I will find out where she has gone And kiss her lips and take her hands And walk among tall dappled grass And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon The golden apples of the sun |