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REMEMBERING AVALON Innys Wytrin , I recall...The sweet smell in the air, |
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The rug of flowers in the ground,The cool breeze in the hair... | ||||||||||||||||||||
The sounds of giggling and laughter Of the young ones in the garden, | ||||||||||||||||||||
While weaving flower garlands To their heads and garments. | ||||||||||||||||||||
Island of Apples, I recall...Peace and joy, prayers and songs, | ||||||||||||||||||||
Smooth hills with their green mantle And the Tor, high and strong. | ||||||||||||||||||||
The Goddess was everywhere To see, to feel, to touch, to love | ||||||||||||||||||||
And the little folk helped us care Of the sheeps, the cows and the crops. | ||||||||||||||||||||
The golden gate to the Otherworld Was easy to find and open to all | ||||||||||||||||||||
Who wanted to join the Faery Folk In their rituals and their festivals. | ||||||||||||||||||||
From inside the Tor, the sacred springs Came rushing and washing all our sorrows. | ||||||||||||||||||||
Brighid, the healer, and the Faery King Blessed those waters of diferent colors. | ||||||||||||||||||||
The mists around us, divine protection,The wonderful feeling of being alive, | ||||||||||||||||||||
In peace with the land and all creation, The Sun, the Moon, the seasons, the tides. | ||||||||||||||||||||
I long to go back to my ancestors home...My soul weeps and so does my heart, | ||||||||||||||||||||
I dream and I sing the old folk songsPlaying the strings of my inner harp. | ||||||||||||||||||||
Myria / Branwen April / 99 |