The River of Awen

Yr Awen a Ganaf, Or Dwfn a Dygaf.
(the Awen I sing, from the Deep I bring it.)

The Dreaming Path

where the river flows I may never know
but i remember the spring in the mountains
where it falls from great heights
and runs clear and bright
tumbling in glistening fountains
and wends its way down
replenishing wells
filling the thirsty cup

inspiration of dreams
it’s the source of all life
my mind flows away on its ripples
i follow its flow
down from the source
to its greener pastures
.
without it there’s drought
the dryness of earth comes to nothing

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