Wishing you all a merry Beltane, feel the sap rising within you ready to burst forth in renewed creativity and passion!
Brighid of the Flames
She rises from the flames as the hypnotic drums beat their passion into the night
Born of the Bel-fire, emergent yet ancient
Women’s wisdom of a thousand generations calling Her forth
As the circling dancers stamp and whirl, freeing the furnace within.
The rhythm grows hectic… hungry… calling… feeding… stoking… raising…
Dancing in the flames
A fire-bird, a maiden, a huntress
Spirals on Her arms, galaxies in Her eyes
She burns with volcanic power, sparks leaping into the night from Her divine skin
Her alchemic quiver ripples, cradling the flaming arrows of Awen
For She is the divine muse, bow at Her side, igniting the womb-fires of creativity
She is the ancient smith, purging the dross, forging the tools to build new worlds
She is the crone-fire, the destruction that heals, stirring the fathomless cauldron of knowledge
She is Brighid, the triple Goddess, Her radiant love pouring from the flames.