Soft of
eye and light of touch,
Speak
ye little, listen much;
Deosil
go by waxing moon,
Sing and
dance the Witches' Rune;
Widdershins
go by waning moon,
Chant
ye then a baleful tune;
When the
Lady's moon is new,
Kiss hand
to her times two;
When the
moon rides at peak,
Heart's
desire then ye seek.
Heed the
North wind's mighty gale,
Lock the
door & trim the sail;
When the
wind comes from the South,
Love will
kiss them on the mouth;
When the
wind blows from the West,
departed
souls have no rest;
When the
wind blows from the East,
Expect
the new and set the feast.
Nine woods
in the cauldron go,
Burn them
quick, burn them slow;
Elder
be the Lady's tree,
Burn it
not or curs'd ye'll be;
When the
wind begins to turn,
Soon Beltane
fires will burn;
When the
wheel has turned to Yule,
light
the log, the Horned One rules.
Heed the
flower, bush or tree
By the
Lady blessed be'
When the
rippling waters flow
cast a
stone - the truth you'll know;
When ye
have & hold a need,
Hearken
not to others' greed;
With a
fool no seasons spend,
Or be
counted as his friend.
Merry meet
and merry part
Bright
the cheeks, warm the heart;
Mind the
threefold law ye should,
Three
times bad and three times good;
Whene'er
misfortune is enow,
Wear the
star upon your brow;
True in
troth ever ye be
Lest thy
love prove false to thee.
'Tis by
the sun that life be won,
And by
the moon that change be done;
If ye
would clear the path to will,
Make certain
the mind be still;
What good
be tools without Inner Light?
What good
be magic without wisdom-sight?
Eight
words the Wiccan Rede fulfill -
An it
harm none, do what ye will.