Dream of Avalon

You lure me with promises of secrets long forgot.
Of my sisters, singing and dancing, their circle cast.
Tears fall, for I wish to join them and can not.
As I slumber, they whisper my name at long last.

Their melody reaches my ears, a gentle kiss.
To me they call out, Harmony come to the Isle shrouded by dewy mist.

Oh sisters! Viviane and Morgaine!
Why must you tease me in sleep?
You know I have been reborn to the Mundane.
They loving reply, Harmony you are forever in the Goddess' keep.

Celtic Commandments

Give thou thine heart to the wild magic,

To the Lord and the Lady of Nature,

Beyond any consideration of this world.

Do not covet large or small,

Do not despise weakling or poor,

Semblance of evil allow not near thee,

Never give nor earn thou shame.

The Ancient Harmonies are given thee,

Understand them early and prove,

Be one with the power of the elements,

Put behind thee dishonour and lies.

Be loyal to the Lord of the Wild Wood,

Be true to the Lady of the Stars,

Be true to thine own self besides,

True to the magic of Nature above all else.

Do not thou curse anyone,

Lest thou threefold cursed shouldst be,

And shouldst thou travel ocean and earth,

Follow the very step of the ancient trackways.

--From the carmina gadelica, ancient celtic oral tradition