Why so meek and mild child of the thistle and dragon isles?
You were born with a burning heart of gold, not one to be lead so.
A leader’s crown upon your head, a scepter fair and just to point the way for others on a path of stars and wonders.
Why so meek and mild little druid child?
One of stubborn blood and fairest hair was meant for greater things than this.
Laid before you is a path crafted to test your wits and wills, but no other can tread upon the roads of nature and of wild.
Your true heart to guide you so, listen ….
let you go.
Heart of desire,
desire of truth,
truth of soul, let me be illuminated
illuminated by self,
self of gifts,
gift of songs and wonder.
Wonder of the world,
world of the spirit,
spirit of the druid, be with me.
the spirits do not speak to me,
i am not apt and interpreting their words and nudges.
The cosmos doesn’t unravel for me, I can not see my purpose. but still I seek. and grasp and ponder at that purpose, happiness, pleasure ..and still i wander.
**all by Kitsune, 2011**
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