Samhain Devotional

Whose child am I even?
My ancestors wish not to be remembered
through silent dinner and turnip carvings. My blood denies yet
my spirit comes to you – ancient ones who see life begin and end
in darkness. Spiritual ancestors, so called, in the countless cycles
of death and rebirth, I could not confess my kinship with you
in this lost form of reincarnated Celtic. Guilty was I to hear
my past memories of being a child of the Moon and horns,
of burying my face in my brother’s winged helmet,
of inhaling sweet gases after descending into a well,
seeing myself riding, aside my father, the golden boat of the Sun;
I am the brightest one of his eyes and his bravest guardian.
Whose child am I even?
When the Goddess leaves loose the gate
of a mortal chamber inside herself, will she too see a green man
bestowing holly branches at the end of summer – last harvest –
or a magickal castle rising among four watchtowers, storming
insurmountable beacons through the thinning veils between worlds?
The oracle surges as I draw my blade:
Connections
that skipped the blood to glide over vast land of metaphors,

I call upon thee!
I am whom for thee to decease into and born as!

(Below is Chinese translation)


《撒温节的献礼》

我究竟是何人的子嗣？
我的祖先们不愿为
静默的晚餐和芜菁根雕所祭奠。我的血脉拒绝而
我的神魂向你前来——深知生命始于黑暗也终于黑暗的
古老之民。精神始祖，这样称呼吧，在无数死亡与
再生的循环中，我无法用这副转世凯尔特人的迷茫形体
向你诉求血脉相认。听闻往生的记忆时我感到羞愧，
曾是月亮与鹿角的孩子，曾将脸庞轻埋于哥哥的翼盔中，
曾降下井内后吸入甜美的气体，看见我自己，在父亲身边，
驾着拉行太阳的金船；我是他至亮的一目与至勇的卫者。
我究竟是何人的子嗣？
当女神为她自身里那间有死的腔室
留下一扇虚掩之门，她是否也看见绿士在夏末呈上冬青树枝
——最后一次收成——或是魔堡在四座瞭望塔间冉冉升起，
将披靡的光柱照穿世界之间渐薄的帷帘？
当我召出短刃时神谕翻涌：
联系
那跃过血液而滑翔于暗喻之广土的，

我召命你！
我即是你死之所与生之往！