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Ayea, Ayea I hear the call The call of my ancestors They walked the paths They know the ways Guides when no one of the flesh appears Teachers of ways not written Ways thought long forgotten Ayea, Ayea Grandmother Maddie Whispers in my ear Centuries gone I know her face without a picture I met her in the dreamtime I met her in the trees I met her in the rocks I met her in the streams I met her in the sky I met her in myself. Ayea, Ayea I see my path I placed it in front of me before the womb The knowledge is there It's there for the remembering If I open my senses to experience If I open my heart to know If I open my soul to sing Music, the most ancient tongue Ayea, Ayea Breaking from the cocoon I balance on the shell Which fostered this birth trembling and stretching feeling the power of my wings I have nothing to fear They are a part of me I cannot fail Ayea, Ayea I cry out to the sky I hear the laughter of the cloud children Calling for me to come Come and play Tickle the face of the Mother Spread her moisture Across the drought-ridden land Ayea, Ayea Hiding in my soul womb I was afraid Afraid to claim myself To speak the truth of Who I Am What I am Why I Am A Shaman A Healer A Teacher Ayea, Ayea I see the titles Without labels This is my song This is my dance This is my Me I was gifted with Sight I was gifted with Voice I was gifted with Thought I am Blessed Ayea, Ayea I am all Women I am your Lover I am your Friend I am your Mother I am your Daughter I am your Sister I am You I am Me I am Her Ayea, Ayea I hear the Call the Call of the Wild No matter the walls around me I am One with Nature I am One with the Universe I am One with Chaos I am One with Order I Am One I Am Ayea, Ayea, Ayea
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Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
Sacred Ayea
Ayea, Ayea I hear the call The call of my ancestors They walked the paths They know the ways Guides when no one of the flesh appears Teachers of ways not written Ways thought long forgotten Ayea, Ayea Grandmother Maddie Whispers in my ear Centuries gone I know her face without a picture I met her in the dreamtime I met her in the trees I met her in the rocks I met her in the streams I met her in the sky I met her in myself. Ayea, Ayea I see my path I placed it in front of me before the womb The knowledge is there It's there for the remembering If I open my senses to experience If I open my heart to know If I open my soul to sing Music, the most ancient tongue Ayea, Ayea Breaking from the cocoon I balance on the shell Which fostered this birth trembling and stretching feeling the power of my wings I have nothing to fear They are a part of me I cannot fail Ayea, Ayea I cry out to the sky I hear the laughter of the cloud children Calling for me to come Come and play Tickle the face of the Mother Spread her moisture Across the drought-ridden land Ayea, Ayea Hiding in my soul womb I was afraid Afraid to claim myself To speak the truth of Who I Am What I am Why I Am A Shaman A Healer A Teacher Ayea, Ayea I see the titles Without labels This is my song This is my dance This is my Me I was gifted with Sight I was gifted with Voice I was gifted with Thought I am Blessed Ayea, Ayea I am all Women I am your Lover I am your Friend I am your Mother I am your Daughter I am your Sister I am You I am Me I am Her Ayea, Ayea I hear the Call the Call of the Wild No matter the walls around me I am One with Nature I am One with the Universe I am One with Chaos I am One with Order I Am One I Am Ayea, Ayea, Ayea
RMRW 2006 I wrote this in the Druidic Triads form, trying to learn to write as the legendary Taliesin did. If you don't know the form, don't judge it until you learn about it, please and thank you.
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Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 10:09 AM UTC
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