'The Gift' Somewhere midst the veils of dusk lie secrets waiting to be told - in the boundary between words and truths between mythos and reality - beneath the green of virgin leaves eclectic electric before the storm - brewing in the womb of stars not yet born or born again - bathing in the crystal waters washed by the hands of Cerridwen dried by the glow of Brighid's fire and in the void of Danu's love the clouds swirl in vacant eyes and torrent souls melding energies of friends and lovers - and in the rumble of the thunder hear the cry of the Morrigan calling people to freedom's light to have the strength to know the self - to seek the truth in both day and night and in the shadows in between - for life is not only love and light when passions spark the soul to fight for passion makes the world go round as it boils in your blood - love and lust and sacred fucking hate and death and fury's fighting nothing so pure should be half-hearted otherwise, what really is the point - so what you feel, feel it all embrace all aspects of yourself for you are blessed of light and dark so use it all and use it well or it will surely waste away - and what is given by the gods is nothing to be taken lightly so leave the bullshit all behind and live