Today’s prompt is to write a ritual poem. This is one of my favorite words. I love internal preparations for sacred and holy moments. Here is one pathway inward:
It’s a room that you enter, a space you create.
Settle your roots: down, down and deeper,
raising your branches out into starlight.
Breath first, the winds and the breezes,
scent of the morning, shelter of dawn,
many voices calling, whispering, singing.
Feel your fire rising,
energy lifting your spirit like flame.
Burn. Let desire be the fuel.
The river flows through you, around you, within you:
quiet meandering, raging through rapids.
Gaze deep into pools for the answers you seek.
Stand firmly on earth. Let it hold you and shape you.
Enter the cave which leads to your center.
Rock is your reason. Soil is your mentor.
Enter the labyrinth, spiral to center.
You come to the crossroads, the meeting of pathways:
Rest in the shadows. The story will find you.
May we walk in Beauty!