Mind Dance
teeth dry. ears echo
with distant thunder
smoke tantalizes
arises from the forest
as I
walk into ancestral waters
submerge myself whole
only to emerge, dry
completely quenched
and on the other side
a spiritual feast awaits
ceremonial rhythm
announces the wise
who themselves now arise
from the ancient forest
encircling me in a dance
while feathers trace symbols in the sand
with distant thunder
smoke tantalizes
arises from the forest
as I
walk into ancestral waters
submerge myself whole
only to emerge, dry
completely quenched
and on the other side
a spiritual feast awaits
ceremonial rhythm
announces the wise
who themselves now arise
from the ancient forest
encircling me in a dance
while feathers trace symbols in the sand
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 3:35 PM
6 Comments:
inspiring, James....
thank you for saying so....
Sounds like a wonderful transformation.
Becky
Becky. *bows his head
Thank you as well.
I'm about to add a line for flow's sake (Mel. Kiss my grits!).
Sounds kinda Beltane fires to me...
But my minds had a lot of time to roam lately, not a bad thing really.
xx
I must admit I not of these Beltane fires.
When the mind roams free, it roams in truth.
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