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Imbolc Cleansing

O Brigid, your season has arrived
Bowing to you, Jack Frost retreats
Nature speaks spring language
The first leaves unfurl, seeds sprout
Animals give birth to their offspring
Blessed by your light, o Goddess of
Fertility, the eternal circle  of
Birth death and rebirth starts anew

I call upon your guidance, o Brigid
All rooms are prepared and cleaned
The incense sticks are kindled
Now the time has come to
Smudge the house of my soul
I am afraid to face the darker side
Encouraged by your divine light
I open the door to my core

The unexpected sight makes me gosp
Splendid by your brightness, Brigid,
Pale, pitiable creatures squint at me
Where are the terrifying monsters?
Suppressing my unliked attitudes
I missed to learn their lessons
Embracing each and every demon
I let them go in peace

The awareness makes me weep
My self perception cries for
Healing and transformation
Amidst the turmoil of my feelings
I hear your calling, o Brigid,
Patroness of the poets
Mingling with the ink, tears become
Words of gratitude and veneration
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