Of Fire, Wind & Wisdom

…the endless knot … the holy grove…

…the threshold … the place beyond…

…I enter

like a newborn child…

Embracing the eternal

Like a consuming fire

the knowledge grows

when it's cleft

Though still patchworked

yet flooding

the creating touch

washing away the vile.

Embracing the ancient

while trees gently whisper

those intimate

longed-for words

The greet wheel

is still revolving

with untouchable sovereignty

so invulnerable.

Into the sacred grove I drown

The endless knot

draws me into

the fire of hearts

the place beyond

Then I'll be born

then I'll be renewed

…naked spirit … bare…

spirit