she sat down in the circle and crossed her legs .
everyone else was already seated with eyes closed.
she matched her breath to the space and deepened into her Self
past the mask and illusions beyond the ego and the day.
the space washed over her in its heavy stillness its complete calm
its tingling vibrational connection to all the other souls in the room
to the spirits that had flocked to the call of ceremony
and to the ancestors at their shoulders .
she was aware of all this and more
of the breeze tickling her neck the sun touching her shoulder
the call of birds clouds passing
and the cheerful tinkle of the creek nearby.
this interconnection of beings brought her home .
the air thickened and swelled.
the feeling intensified and then the ceremony began.
today it was a healing ceremony for the Earth our Mother.
the gallant lady provider whose womb we emerged from
whose breasts we suckle
the giver of light and dark.
to her we owe all .
2 thoughts on “C”
The ceremony is mystical and magical. It made me ask more questions than it contained answers. And this is how poetry should be …
Through Pain to Victory
thank you gerhard. and if it wasn’t for the mystery where we would we Be?