Ostara, el despertar de Madre
La primavera besaba
suavemente la arboleda,
y el verde nuevo brotaba
como una verde humareda...
When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern's light
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The sounds of birds seem to fill the wood
And when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
We've been rambling all the night
And sometime of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
Here's a sprout, well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand
We've been rambling all the night
And sometime of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the spirit of Love felt everywhere
And each wild flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
The snowdrop and then the violet
Arose from the ground with the warm rain wet
And their breath was mixed with sweet odour sent
From the turf, like the voice and the instrument.
<BLOCKQUOTE>Los ritos de ostara (segundo de los Sabbats Menores) se celebran el 21 de marzo y se asocian al elemento Fuego. Corresponden así al Equinoccio de Primavera, siendo la época en que la Diosa despierta de su descanso.
Tras la inactividad del invierno se abre paso la exuberante expansión de la primavera, donde la Diosa fertiliza la Tierra con su energía vírgen, mientras el Dios crece fuerte y voluntarioso, como un hermoso animal, hasta convertirse en el Señor de los Bosques. Y así, unidos ambos, incitarán a las criaturas salvajes para que se reproduzcan.
Es momento de comienzos, de acción y de renacimiento interior... sin amedrentarse, sin ceder, asistidos por la herencia de nuestros ancestros.</BLOCKQUOTE>
"Cada hombre y cada mujer es una estrella."
-Fuente: http://myvalhalla.bitacoras.com/archivos/2007/03/20/ostara-el-despertar-de-madre
La primavera besaba
suavemente la arboleda,
y el verde nuevo brotaba
como una verde humareda...
(A. Machado)
When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern's light
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
The sounds of birds seem to fill the wood
And when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
We've been rambling all the night
And sometime of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
Here's a sprout, well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand
We've been rambling all the night
And sometime of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the spirit of Love felt everywhere
And each wild flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
The snowdrop and then the violet
Arose from the ground with the warm rain wet
And their breath was mixed with sweet odour sent
From the turf, like the voice and the instrument.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (poeta romántico inglés, 1792-1822)
<BLOCKQUOTE>Los ritos de ostara (segundo de los Sabbats Menores) se celebran el 21 de marzo y se asocian al elemento Fuego. Corresponden así al Equinoccio de Primavera, siendo la época en que la Diosa despierta de su descanso.
Tras la inactividad del invierno se abre paso la exuberante expansión de la primavera, donde la Diosa fertiliza la Tierra con su energía vírgen, mientras el Dios crece fuerte y voluntarioso, como un hermoso animal, hasta convertirse en el Señor de los Bosques. Y así, unidos ambos, incitarán a las criaturas salvajes para que se reproduzcan.
Es momento de comienzos, de acción y de renacimiento interior... sin amedrentarse, sin ceder, asistidos por la herencia de nuestros ancestros.</BLOCKQUOTE>
"Cada hombre y cada mujer es una estrella."
(Aleister Crowley)
