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quarta-feira, 25 de abril de 2012

BLODEUWEDD, A DEUSA FEITA DE FLORES


Blodeuwedd Rising

Blodeuwedd, Magdalene of Springtime
Sweet flower face with wings of snow
You are the gateway to the seasons
Fierce in passion, eyes aglow

And You will rise in fearless beauty
Afraid of You, they change Your face
But we remember Your true nature;
Reclaim Your love, reclaim Your place

Defiled and changed and called a whore
If whore You are then so am I
As whore I’ll be Your temple priestess
And You will give me wings to fly

Reclaim the whore and rise in beauty
With Goddess spirit deep within
Knowing our own Goddess nature
How dare they name our passion sin!

No one can shackle or control You
Owl of secrets, flying free
No chains to bind Your hungry spirit
With You beside, no chains on me

And we will rise in raging beauty
To be what we’ve been all along
When we can stand alone as equals
We will sing Blodeuwedd’s song

They left us here in silent fury
Thought that they had won the game
But as we reclaim our ancient birthright
Blodeuwedd will rise again

And we will rise in naked beauty
Revealing all we have to give
Loving in the ways we chose to
Deciding how we want to live

They try to make us pretty blossoms
Deny our clays, deny our power
But we must claim our truth and freedom
To choose the owl, to choose the flower

And we will rise in powerful beauty
Surrender to Blodeuwedd’s cry
She draws us to the path of moonlight
On owl wings we must learn to fly

No one has the right to harm us
To name and shame, abuse and scare us
Call us hag and call us bitch.
Reclaim the owl, reclaim the witch!

And we will rise in all our beauty
For we have heard Flower Face’s call
Our bodies glowing with our passion
Both owls and flowers, Priestesses all!

Jacqui Woodward-Smith
in Priestess of Avalon, Priestess of the Goddess, Kathy Jones

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