Faery Tradition

Pan , Pan , Io Pan ,
Pan That Thou Art , Pan That I Am ,
Pan As Both Wild And Free , Pan In You , And Pan In Me ,
Pan In Dance , And Pan In Song , Pan As I ,
Now Come Along

Pan As Moon , And Pan As Fire ,
Pan Whose Force Is Our Desire ,
Pan Whose Voice Is Spoken Through ,
Lover’s Cries In Night And Noon ,
Pan Whose Feet Tattoo The Earth ,
As Each New Being Meets It’s Birth ,
Pan Above , And Pan Below ,
Pan Be With Us , Where Whither We Go ,
Pan Alive , Magick Afoot ,
As The Seed Doth Flow From Root ,
As Lover’s Rut In Heat And Passion ,
And Naked Flesh Is Back In Fashion ,
As The Nymph Asks The Satyr ,
Will He View Her , Or Will He Mate Her ?
Will Standing Stone Meet Faery Ring ,
As Hearts Doth Beat , And Souls Doth Sing ?
Wilt The Spark Become The Flame ,
Consuming All Of Guilt And Shame ,
Leaving Only Joy And Pleasure , To Grow Beyond
All Worlds Of Measure ?

Wilt The Pools Of Pebbles Ripple ,
Reflect The Lips Upon The Nipple ?
Or Wilt The Sound Of Waters Fall ,
Merge With Two Becoming All ?

Wilt Thou Join Me , Dost Thou Dare ?
Give Me Not Thy Feeble Stare ,
Give Me Not Thy Deadened Limbs ,
Give Me Not Thy Mind So Dim ,
Awake , Arise , Become Thy Beast ,
Let Mother’s Nature Never Cease ,
To Ebb , And Flow , And Cycle Through ,
This Being Now Ye Call As You ,
This Being Made Of Fire And Earth ,
And Water And Air And Spirit And Mirth !
May You Always Greet The Day ,
In A Wild And Sacred Way ,
And May The Blanket Of The Night ,
Ne’er Cover Your Cries Of Lover’s Bite
May The Wolf And Forest Stag ,
Cause Your Feet To Never Lag ,
And May Your Eyes Only See,
The World Through Awe And Mystery !
Be Thou Wild , Be Thou Free , Be As Pan In You And Me !

A Net Of Numbers ,
A Web Of Words ,
Such Is The Crreayafth’s
Language Of Birds ;

A Fabric Of Code ,
As Space Time Woven ,
Two Language Symbol ,
Was The Hoof Cloven ;

Feminine And Masculine ,
Divine Letter-Symbol Wrote ,
Do Ye See Our Beyafomth ,
Our Androgynine Goat ?

Some Are Goats , Some Are Sheep ,
Some Need A Shepherd , To Get To Sleep ;
Some Yet Worship , And Some Are Gods ,
On This Earth We Share , And Trod ;
Write By Number , And Weave With Words ,
Ye Shall Know The Language Of The Birds

Deep Into The Weyyrrding Well,
I Cast The Runes To Weave A Speell ,
Ripples Spread With Asthrreaal Force ,
Rings Of Mgieck From The Source

I WordWeave , I Drone And Call ,
Hear Me Voice Rise And Fall ,
See The Shimmer , See Light Danse ,
Across The Face Of Great Expanse ,

Ye Think Ye Weyyrd ? So Mote It Be !
Yet None Is Quite As Weyyrd As Me ,
I Was Weyyrd When Earth Was Young ,
When We Spoke In Faery Tongue

I DreamWalked Among The Stars ,
SkyClad I Traveled , Wide And Far ,
Many Kin I Claim As Mine ,
Across The Worlds Of Space And Time !

I Danced In The Dells ,
I Danced On The Mounds ,
I Danced The LeyLines ,
And I Danced Round And Round ,

I Spoke With Me OtherKin ,
With Wing , And Hoof , And Claw And Fin ,
I Wove With The Spider ,
I Breathed With The Trees ,
I Played With The Otter , I Buzzed With The Bees ,
I Ran With The Horses , Wild And Free ,
None Is Quite As Weyyrd As Me !

The Mgieck Is Mine ,
As A Gift From The Fay ,
They Want Me Home, To Come And Play ,
Yet There Is Much Yet I Must Do ,
I Must Give This Gift To You…….