Mother, give us inspiration;
Give us Awen,
That we may praise thee!
Mam, anrhegu nyni ysbrydiaeth;
Anrhegu nyni Awen,
Hwnnw nyni dichon canmol chi!
(pours a libation of mead onto the ground)
Thought becomes word,
Word becomes form,
Form of sun and moon;
Moon, mother of rising melancholy;
Rising motion of changing birth;
Changing, face of dream;
Dream, child of inspiration,
Inspiration in crystalline thought;
Thought becomes word,
Word becomes form....
(repeat)
--Taliesin Emrys, a Gwreiddyn of Our Grove |
