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Aztec War Poetry

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The following “Song-Poems” are taken from the Cantares Mexicanos, a late 16th-century collection transcribed by a Franciscan monk, Bernardino de Sahagún – of  Náhuatl-language (Aztec) poetry known as “flower and song” (” xóchitl in cuícatl “):  stylized, symbolic poem forms composed and performed by nobles – including kings.   These song-poems were believed to be carriers of sacred ritual energy. (Original Source: “War is Like a Flower“)


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To the God of War:  Huitzilopochtli

Huitzilopochtli, the Warrior,
He who acts on high
Follows his own path.
Oh marvellous dweller among clouds,
Oh dweller in the region of the frozen wings.
He causes the walls of fire to fall down
Where the feathers are gathered.
Thus he wages war
And subdues the Peoples.
Eager for war, the Flaming One descends,
He rages where the whirling dust arises.
Come to our aid !
There is War, there is burning.
Those Pipitlan are our enemies…

Explanation of Terms:

Huitzilopochtli: Aztec god of War, from the Náhuatl words for

“hummingbird of the left-side/south-side” – the hummingbird being

known for its aggression, daring, and persistence

Pipitlan: a people to the south of Tenochtitlan (capital of the

Aztec Empire, site of present-day Mexico City)


Heart, have no fright.
There on the battlefield
I cannot wait to die
by the blade of sharp obsidian.
Our hearts want nothing but a war death.
You who are in the struggle:
I am anxious for a death
from sharp obsidian.
Our hearts want nothing but a war death.


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Sacred crazy flowers,
flowers of bonfires,
our only ornament,
war flowers.


How do they fall? How do they fall?
These hearts, ripe fruit for harvest**.
Look at them,
These fall, the hearts — oh our arrows
These fall, the hearts — oh our arrows.

Explanation of Terms: **These hearts, ripe fruit for harvest  –  a reference to the

human hearts that must be offered to Tonatiuh – the Sun god –

to ensure he will make his daily journey across the sky;

Tlaloc, the Rain god, also required human hearts – and

Waging War was the surest method to get them…)


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Where are you going? Where are you going?
To war, to the sacred water.
There our mother, Flying Obsidian,
dyes men, on the battlefield.
The dust rises
on the pool of flame,
the heart of the god of sun is wounded.
Oh Mactlacueye, oh Macuil Malinalli!
War is like a flower.
You are going to hold it in your hands.

Explanation of Terms: Mactlacueye  –  volcano north of the present-day city of Puebla;

locally known as La Malinche

Macuil Malinalli  –  a friend of Aztec King Nezahualpilli (1465-1515)


Happy Imbolc!

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Happy Imbolc all! Of the eight festivals on the Pagan wheel of the year, Imbolc is by far my favorite. It may not offer the best weather, but the meaning to me is the most important. While it is a liminal time between winter and spring, as a Gaelic festival it is considered the first day of Spring. It is the time when the snow begins to melt, the animals begin to come out of hiding, and the very first signs of Spring begin to manifest. Traditionally it was a time to visit wells and to light a candle to represent the returning warmth of the sun.

Imbolc is strongly represented by the Gaelic Goddess Brighid (along with St. Brigid). Brighid is a Goddess of healing, inspiration and warfare. She is a Goddess of in-betweens. St. Brigid the person also played a transitory role. She represents a bridge between the Gaelic polytheist traditions and Catholicism. She was canonized and holds a special position in the fabric of Irish Catholicism. Perhaps the Goddess Brigid was so powerful among the Irish – even the Christian Irish – that they decided to make her into a saint and weave many of their ancient Imbolc traditions within the fold of Christianity. In this post I will include an Imbolc Prayer written by Gangleri’s Grove along with some helpful resources about the day.

Imbolc Prayer to Brighid

From Gangleri’s Grove

Exalted One, Fiery Arrow,
Who teases beauty
from the burning flame,
Hear our prayers.

Mighty Healer,
Ever-honored,
Giver of sacred waters,
We praise You.

Hammer Wielder,
most-skilled Smith,
We exalt Your name
with our creative endeavors.

Friend of women,
Who blesses birthing
and comforts the dying,
We offer adorations unto You.

Goddess of inspired speech,
Master Wordsmith,
Bard of Bards,
Poet of Poets,
We celebrate You in our rites.

Sovereign Mother
of the Greenest of lands,
Who protects Your people,
bestowing blessings,
We hail You.

RELEVANT READING: 

Brighid – Goddess and Saint – Lady of Transitions and Inbetweens (Metal-Gaia)

How to celebrate Imbolc (Pagan Wiccan)


Poetry for the Returning Sun

We are currently in the middle of winter (those of us in the Northern Hemisphere) and we are just days away from Imbolc, the time when the first signs of spring begin to appear in nature.

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Sing to the Waters (Poem)

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SING TO THE WATERS

~ By my friend Ryk Hall

Sing to the waters
The healing songs of old

Sing to the waters
And the living spirit in its soul

Sing to the waters
Held by earth and sky

Sing to the waters
Within and without, and above and below

Sing to the waters
Blessings of clouds and rain and snow

Sing to the waters
Of murmurs in the streams and whispers over falls

Sing to the waters
For in the end this drop that I am melds back into the Oceans of Spirit

Sing to the Waters
Of Life and Peace


Nature Remains ~ Walt Whitman

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After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains. ~ Walt Whitman


Happy Ostara – With Poem

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The Vernal Goddess treads a land of melting snow

in a gown of green, sunlight twined in golden hair

She escorts Old Man Winter beneath the horizon

Laying him down to slumber, until the following year

 

Birds as troubadours sing in the spring 

Burying white treasures in castles of twig and vine 

All Hail Lady Spring in her procession

All Hail The Maidan, Radiant and Divine!

Happy Ostara All! Today is officially the first day of Spring. The Spring Equinox is the day when the sun passes over the celestial equator. Today is a day that celebrates the season’s change from the darkness of winter to the light of Spring, as well as the land’s new fertility. After the Snowpocalypse that has pummeled the American East Coast this year, I am certainly grateful for Spring.

PaganWiccanAbout.com has some information on Ostara crafts, deities, food, altars and rituals

Enjoy the following Ostara song below. I know I posted it last year, but hey – it’s good enough to post a second time! Three cheers for spring! Three cheers for new beginnings!


Shaman, Sage and Bard

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(By Mogon)

I protect my home, for I am the Shaman.
I see into others minds, for I am the Sage.
I mend the broken heart, for I am the Bard.
But of these three there is only one.
I fear.
I worry.
I cry.
For I am Human, like you.

This is not a Metal Gaia creation. Just sharing a poem from a friend.