I am the Great Mother, worshipped by all and
existent prior to their consciousness.
I am the primal female force, boundless and eternal.
I am the chaste Goddess of the moon,
the Lady of all magic.
The winds and moving leaves sing my name.
I wear the crescent Moon upon my brow and
my feet rest among the starry heavens.
I am mysteries yet unsolved, a path newly set upon.
I am a field untouched by the plow.
Rejoice in me and know the fullness of youth.
I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Lady of the harvest.
I am clothed with the deep, cool wonder of the Earth
and the gold of the fields heavy with grain.
By me the tides of the Earth are ruled;
all things come to fuition according to my season
I am refuge and healing.
I am the life-giving Mother, wondrously fertile.
Worship me as the Crone,
Tender of the unbroken cycle of death and rebirth.
I am the wheel, the shadow of the Moon.
I rule the tides of women and men and
give release and renewal to weary souls.
Though the darkness of death is my domain,
the joy of birth is my gift.
I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas.
My names and strengths are manifold.
I pour forth magick and power, peace and wisdom.
I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of darkness,
and I send you blessings
of limitless love.