All Moon Magick Pages - Traveling within the World2024-03-29T12:22:51Zhttps://travelingwithintheworld.ning.com/group/moonmagick/page/page/list?sort=mostRecent&feed=yes&xn_auth=noWhat is Full Moon Celebration?tag:travelingwithintheworld.ning.com,2012-05-05:2185477:Page:1723512012-05-05T15:13:30.529ZPerseH ~Staff Wrangler~https://travelingwithintheworld.ning.com/profile/PersephoneStaffWrangler
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<p><span>Every month, thousands of people around the world gather together to honor and give thanks to the cycles of the moon. Traditionally Full Moon Celebrations have been a time for community to come together and share. Alll cultures of the past have, in some way, celebrated the seasonal aspects of the moon, from the planting moon to the harvest moon.</span></p>
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<p><span>The Full Moon is a time of increased energy onto the planet. It is often called - moments of opportunity, when the alignment of all the planetary and solar centers are in their highest state of sensitivity and contact. It is an opportunity to re-charge our spirits, contact our lost vision or connect with a new and greater vision, dissolve resistance, and set our steps right on the path of evolution and service.</span></p>
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<p><span>Our desire is to use this ‘energy charged' time of the month to empower and nurture ourselves, to meditate and reflect, build community and celebrate Life together.</span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>The moving Moon went up the sky.<br></br> And nowhere did abide;<br></br>
Softly she was going up,<br></br>
And a star or two beside-</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>By Samuel Taylor Coleridge…</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"><b>From The Rime of the Acient Mariner</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>The moving Moon went up the sky.<br>
And nowhere did abide;<br>
Softly she was going up,<br>
And a star or two beside-</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>By Samuel Taylor Coleridge</b> (1772-1834)<br>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>TO THE MOON</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>Art thou pale for weariness<br>
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,<br>
Wandering companionless<br>
Among the stars that have a different birth,<br>
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye<br>
That finds no object worth its constancy?</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>By Percy Bysshe Shelley</b></i> (1792-1822)</span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"><i>Hey diddle diddle,<br>
The cat and the fiddle,<br>
The cow jumped over the moon;<br>
The little dog laughed to see such sport,<br>
And the dish ran away with the spoon.</i></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>-A nursery rhyme from the 1700's</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"><i>Is the moon tired? she looks so pale<br>
Within her misty veil:<br>
She scales the sky from east to west,<br>
And takes no rest.</i></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>Before the coming of the night<br>
The moon shows papery white;<br>
Before the dawning of the day<br>
She fades away.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>From Sing-Song by Christina Rossetti</b></i> (1830-1894)</span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>DEFEATED BY LOVE</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>The sky was lit<br>
by the splendor of the moon<br>
So powerful<br>
I fell to the ground<br></i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>Your love<br>
has made me sure</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>I am ready to forsake<br>
this worldly life<br>
and surrender to the magnificence<br>
of your Being<br></i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>- Rumi</b> -- Thanks Anna<br>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>We'll Go No More A-Roving</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>Though the night was made for loving<br>
And the day returns too soon<br>
Yet we'll go no more a-roving<br>
By the light of the moon<br></i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>-Byron</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"><i>0 Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east;<br>
Shine, be increased:<br>
0 Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west;<br>
Wane, be at rest.</i></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>From Sing-Song by Christina Rossetti</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>AT A LUNAR ECLIPSE</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea,<br>
Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine<br>
In even monochrome and curving line<br>
Of imperturbable serenity.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>How shall I link such sun-cast symmetry<br>
With the torn troubled form I know as thine,<br>
That profile, placid as a brow divine,<br>
With continents of moil and misery?</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>And can immense Mortality but throw<br>
So small a shade, and Heaven's high human scheme<br>
Be hemmed within the coasts yon arc implies?</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>Is such the stellar gauge of earthly show,<br>
Nation at war with nation, brains that teem,<br>
Heroes, and women fairer than the skies?</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>By Thomas Hardy</b></i> (1840-1928)</span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>THE HALF MOON SHOWS<br>
A FACE OF PLAINTIVE SWEETNESS</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness<br>
Ready and poised to wax or wane;<br>
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,<br>
Tending to pleasure or to pain:-<br>
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness<br>
To perfect loss or perfect gain.<br>
Half bitterness we know, we know half sweetness;<br>
This world is all on wax, on wane:<br>
When shall completeness round time's incompleteness,<br>
Fulfilling joy, fulfilling pain?-<br>
Lo, while we ask, life rolleth on in fleetness<br>
To finished loss or finished gain.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>By Christina Rossetti</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"><i>I see the moon,<br>
The moon sees me<br>
God bless the moon,<br>
And God bless me.</i></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>-A nursery rhyme</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>FULL MOON</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>One night as Dick lay fast asleep,<br>
Into his drowsy eyes<br>
A great still light began to creep<br>
From out the silent skies.<br>
It was the lovely moon's, for when<br>
He raised his dreamy head,<br>
Her surge of silver filled the pane<br>
And streamed across his bed.<br>
So, for a while, each gazed at each-<br>
Dick and the solemn moon-<br>
Till, climbing slowly on her way,<br>
She vanished, and was gone.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>By Walter de la Mare</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>Civile Conversation</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>They make them believe,<br>
according to the Proverbe,<br>
that gloe wormes are lanterns,<br>
and that the moon is made of greene Cheese.<br></i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>-Stefano Guazzo, 1574</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>MOON'S ENDING</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,<br>
In the dawn clouds flying,<br>
How good to go, light into light, and still<br>
Giving light, dying.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>By Sara Teasdale</b></i> (1884-1933)</span><br>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>NEW MOON</b></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>The new moon, of no importance<br>
lingers behind as the yellow sun glares<br>
and is gone beyond the sea's edge;<br>
earth smokes blue;<br>
the new moon, in cool height above the blushes,<br>
brings a fresh fragrance of heaven to our senses.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>By D.H. Lawrence</b></i> (1885-1930)</span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"><i>I saw the new moon late yestreen,<br>
Wi' the auld moon in her arm:<br>
And if ye gang to sea, maister,<br>
I fear we'll suffer harm.</i></span><br />
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>From the anonymous Scottish ballad Sir Patrick Spens</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>Sleepyhead</b></span><br />
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<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i> As I lay awake in the white moon light,<br>
I heard a faint singing in the wood,<br>
'Out of bed,<br>
Sleepyhead,<br>
Put your white foot now,<br>
Here are we,<br>
Neath the tree<br>
Singing round the root now!'</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i> I looked out of window, in the white moon light,<br>
The trees were like snow in the wood--<br>
'Come away,<br>
Child, and play<br>
Light with the gnomies;<br>
In a mound,<br>
Green and round,<br>
That's where their home is.<br>
Honey sweet,<br>
Curds to eat,<br>
Cream and frumenty,<br>
Shells and beads,<br>
Poppy seeds,<br>
You shall have plenty.'</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i> But soon as I stooped in the dim moon light<br>
To put on my stocking and my shoes,<br>
The sweet sweet singing died sadly away,<br>
And the light of the morning peeped through:<br>
Then instead of the gnomies there came a red robin<br>
To sing of the buttercups and dew.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>- Walter de la Mare</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>Silver</b></span><br />
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<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i>Slowly, silently, now the moon<br>
Walks the night in her silver shoon;<br>
This way, and that, she peers, and sees<br>
Silver fruit upon silver trees;<br>
One by one the casements catch<br>
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;<br>
Couched in his kennel, like a log,<br>
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;<br>
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep<br>
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;<br>
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,<br>
With silver claws, and silver eye;<br>
And moveless fish in the water gleam,<br>
By silver reeds in a silver stream.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>- Walter de la Mare</b></i></span></p>
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<span style="color: #888888;"> <b>Winter</b></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i> Clouded with snow<br>
The cold winds blow,<br>
And shrill on leafless bough<br>
The robin with its burning breast<br>
Alone sings now.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i> The rayless sun,<br>
Day's journey done,<br>
Sheds its last ebbing light<br>
On fields in leagues of beauty spread<br>
Unearthly white.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i> Thick draws the dark,<br>
And spark by spark,<br>
The frost-fires kindle, and soon<br>
Over that sea of frozen foam<br>
Floats the white moon.</i></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #888888;"><i><b>- Walter de la Mare</b> -- Thanks To Bob Parks For The Suggestion</i></span></p>