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BS: What is this poem? Where from?
| Little Hawk | 09 Jun 03 - 01:10 PM | |
| GUEST,irishajo | 09 Jun 03 - 12:02 PM | |
| Allan C. | 09 Jun 03 - 11:25 AM | |
| GUEST | 09 Jun 03 - 10:18 AM | |
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Subject: RE: BS: What is this poem? Where from? From: Little Hawk Date: 09 Jun 03 - 01:10 PM Starhawk is a very interesting character, a woman of great courage, and she's written some good books. I heard about her through the grapevine a few years back. She's been involved in a lot of activist work to protect the natural environment and work for peace. - LH |
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Subject: RE: BS: What is this poem? Where from? From: GUEST,irishajo Date: 09 Jun 03 - 12:02 PM I thought it sounded like a pagan verse. Thanks, Allan. |
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Subject: RE: BS: What is this poem? Where from? From: Allan C. Date: 09 Jun 03 - 11:25 AM One reference I found attributes it as follows: The Pagan Book of Living and Dying_ by Starhawk. Brightest and Darkest of Blessings |
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Subject: BS: What is this poem? Where from? From: GUEST Date: 09 Jun 03 - 10:18 AM Anyone know any info about this? I ran across it and can't find any background on it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ May the air carry his spirit gently. May the fire release his soul. May the water cleanse him, wash him clean of pain and sorrow and suffering. May the earth receive him. May the wheel turn again and bring him to rebirth. Be free, be strong, be proud of who you have been, know that you will be mourned and missed, that no one can replace you, that you have loved and are beloved. Move beyond form, flowing like water, feeding on sunlight and moonlight, radiant as the stars in the night sky. Pass the gates, enter the dark without fear, returning to the womb of life to steep in the cauldron of rebirth. Rest, heal, grow young again. Be blessed. Beloved one, we give your body to the earth Earth Mother, Root Mother, Father of soil, we give you this body. These eyes will never greet us again We will not kiss these lips or touch these hands or hear his voice speak our names. What he has been is gone. What he is has now passed the gate, leaving this body to become soil, this flesh to nurture flowers, these bones to be roots of trees. And so return, return, return, return to the mother Return to Earth |
