The Eachtra of Resignation
We, the gods, will give you the land...
But since our hands have fashioned it,
We will not leave it utterly.

We will be in the white mist that clings to the mountains
We will be the quite that broods on the lakes
We will be the joy shouts of the rivers
We will be the Secret Wisdom of the forest.

Long after your children have forgotten us,
They will hear our music on sunny raths
And see our great white horses
Lift their heads from the mountain tarns,
Shaking the night-dew from their crested mains.

In the end, they will know that all the beauty in the world
Comes back to us,
And their battles are but echoes of ours

Eachtra of the Bards
There is no God but what cannot be comprehended.
There is nothing that cannot be comprehended
But what is not conceivable
There is nothing not conceivable but God
There Is no God, but what is not conceivable.

The Eachtra of Columbine
I call today on the Strength of Heaven!
Light of Sun!
Radience of Moon!
Splendor of Fire!
Speed of Lightning!
Swiftness of Wind!
Depth of Sea!
Stability of Earth!
Firmness of Stone!

The Eachtra of Invocation
To bathe in the Waters of Life,
To wash off the not-human…
I come in self-annihilation,
And the Grandeur of Inspiration

The Eacthra of the Seven Colors
I am a Stone hidden under the Earth!
I am the purple depths of the sea!
I am a blue-crested wave under the Moon!
I am an ancient emerald forest!
I am a yellow tear of the Sun!
I am an orange turnip in a field!
I am a flaming door!

The Eachtra of Amergin
I am a Wind of the Sea
I am a Wave of the Sea
I am a sound of the Sea…

I am a Stag of Seven Tines
I am a Hawk upon a Cliff
I am a Tear of the Sun…

I am the Fairest among Flowers
I am a Savage Boar in Valour
I am a Salmon in a Pool…

I am a Lake upon a Plain
I am a Hill of Poetry
I am a Spear-point in Battle
I am a God who kindles Fire in the Head!

Who but I can unfold the secrets of the un-hewn Dolmen
Who but I make known the Ages of the Moon
Who but I can show the secret resting place of the Sun

The Eachtra of Life     
I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as a plant and rose to animal.
I died as an animal and I was man.

Why should I fear When was I ever less by dying

Yet once more I shall die as man, to soar
In the Blessed Realm; but even from god-hood
I must pass on

Eachtra of Victory
Soar beyond illusion!
The unwary soul who fails to grapple with the
Mocking Demon of Illusion, will return to the Earth
As the slave of Illusion

To become a master of fate
You must first become a Knower of Self
When you can repose in comfort between the wings
Of your Dragon
Which is not born nor dies throughout ages eternal,
Then will shadows vanish forever
Leaving that which within you knows…

For it is Knowledge
Not of fleeting lifetimes of illusion,
But of a real man that was, that is
And that will be again