Life's Cauldron(please feel free to comment)

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Life's Cauldron


A change is coming the raven oracle doth call, invoking her protection and power of sovereignty to all.
A cloak of feathers she does adorn, weaving dark and light and message foresworn.
Shimmering now, morning bird of joy and light, you hold the vision and power, independent in your own right.
You are the power that lies within.
Healing and initiation, you provide to us kith and kin, marking us with your death call, giving way to rebirth in us all.
Flying now to the portal door. Shadowed light, in the cauldron we soar.

Life's cauldron, life's cauldron, we all can transform, the birth of magic, magic in us all.

Magic is the time when we are reborn, the breath of life, the coming of morn, rebirthed we are from the cauldron born, the primordial depths in which we transform.
Brew of the ancients, under sun and moon, chanting and casting, alchemical brew.
Black and white merges into grey, two become one, to form a new hum, together we are in unison.
The black joins the white, the dark and the light.
Entwined now like lovers on a sunny day, the colors flow and merge and glow.
Together the soul colors play, they twist and dance in rhythmic trance.
Together they hum and play, merging now to form grey. Neither black nor white, but shades of grey, cast down there muted moonlit ray.
Neither here, nor there, above or below, sky or earth, we are centered in the flow.
The womb is the balance of life and death, where energies attune, and magic it does possess. Reborn are we in time and space, regenerated in starlit grace. Infused in moonlit colorful beams, the birth of a new day, the dawn of dreams.

Life's cauldron, life's cauldron, we can all transform, the birth of magic, magic in us all.

In perfect trust, in perfect truth, actual existence never aloof.
Pursuit of truth, pursuit of knowledge, quest for wisdom, aspired by the knowledge,
Faithful, genuine, factual and true, the deeds we all morally pursue.
Reliable the truths may they always prevail, and never but faulter, who are we to assail, change and alter.
Truth now must be reborn, in new beginnings, in truths new form.
Black, white or silvery grey, choose your path wisely, come what may.
Life is but a journey, with choices we must make, be careful in the choices you take, but fear not we can all be reborn, in life's cauldron we can all transform.

Life's cauldron, life's cauldron, we can all transform, the birth of magic, magic in us all.

By
Penny Leyson Young
Bard of Clairière du Corbeau - Raven's Grove