Pagan Works of Art

All the poetry here is related to Paganism in some way, and full credit will be given to the author when available.  If you have any Pagan Poetry that you would like to have listed here, please email DreamReader or WyllowRaine. 

THE NEW FOOTPRINTS

Imagine that you and the Goddess
are walking along the beach together.
For much of the way the Lady's footprints go along
steadily, consistently,
rarely varying in the pace.
But your prints are in a disorganized stream
of zig zags, starts, stops, turnarounds, circles,
departures, and returns.
For much of the way it seems to go like this.
But gradually,
your footprints come in line with the Lady's,
soon paralleling Hers consistently.
You and your Lady are walking as true friends.
This seems perfect,
but then an interesting thing happens;
your footprints that once etched the sand next to
the Mother's are now walking precisely in Her steps.
Inside the large footprints is the smaller "sandprint,"
safely enclosed. You both are becoming one;
this goes on for many miles.
But gradually you notice another change. The
footprints inside the larger footprints seem to grow larger.
Eventually they disappear altogether.
There is only one set of footprints.
They have become one;
again this goes on for a long time.
But then something awful happens.
The second set of footprints is back.
This time it seems even worse than before.
Zig zags all over the place.
Stop...start. Deep gashes in the sand.
A veritable mess of prints.
You're amazed and shocked.
But this is the end of your dream.
Now you speak: "I understand the
first scene with the zig zags, fits, starts and so on.
I was new, just learning.
But You walked on through the storm and
helped me learn to walk with You".
"That is correct," replied the Goddess.
"Then, when the smaller footprints were inside of Yours,
I was actually learning to walk in Your steps.
I followed You very closely."
"Very good. You have understood everything so far."
"Then the smaller footprints grew and
eventually filled in with Yours. I suppose that I
was actually growing so much that
I was becoming more like You in every way."
"Precisely."
"But this is my question, Lady.
Was there a regression or something?
The footprints went back to two,
and this time it was worse than the first."
The Goddess smiles, then laughs.
"You didn't know?"
"That was when we danced."
~Author Unknown~

Hush little pagan baby


Hush little baby don't you squall
Momma's gonna buy you a crystal ball
And if you still can't see beyond
Momma's gonna buy you a magic wand
And if that wand don't change your fate
Momma's gonna teach you to levitate
And if the astral makes you sick,
Momma's gonna buy you an incense stick
And if that patchouli smells rank
Momma's gonna buy you a sensory deprivation tank
And if that tank don't float your bones
Momma's gonna buy you some precious stones
And if those gems don't ease your heart
Momma's gonna buy you a natal chart
And if your planets go berserk
Momma's gonna buy you some bodywork
And if your aura still needs kneading
Momma's gonna buy you a past life reading
And if your destiny stays hid
Momma's gonna buy you a pyramid
And if your chakras still feel stressed
Momma's gonna take you on a vision quest
And if power animals don't come to charm ya
Sorry, kid, it's just your karma.

~Author Unknown~