A Moment...

The circle cast round and the sword drawn into ground…
We stand before the lintel of the mound…
Entering into the sacred hill, drawing about the triple will…
We pass the tombs of ancestors still…
Feeling dampened earth and hearing ghostly mirth…
We delve deeper to gain our worth…
The Seid takes hold and the way is open…

In an infinite cavern, upon a narrow ledge…
The luminescent lichen paints swift upon our bodies…
In patterns and forms half-known…
Stepping into the darkness, naught remains…
But the glowing sigils, spreading out…
As starry constellations of myth and lore…
Across the nether void…

As stars we are, the swift rush to gain the swirling orb…
Of azure against the spaces between…
And stretching out, the clouded world consuming sight…
We lay poised for an eternity above the slow spin…
Then streak across a summer night…

As in the ancient of days…
Like Nephilim falling from the celestial clouds…
Ripping the air with shrieks of joy…
Boundless towards the azure expanse…
Impacting the deep with lust and fire…
The thunder echoes within and without…

Soft now, quietly floating…
Hazy in the swaying current, we remember…
And begin a rise towards the gentle surface…
Soon to spy the starry night with longing…
Drifting about in misty reverie…
The tranquil arch of the heavens unfolds…

Time echoes as starry lights…
Gathered in the folds of Her cloak…
As She appears immense as the Void…
In the summer night, She descends…
Held aloft by the waves; a token offered to Her presence…
She descends…

Conception, Attraction, Expansion, Release…
She passes through us as if we were the sea…
And She was the tidal pull herself, as the water follows…
Into vortexes of primal pull and sentient sway…
The whirlpool draws the haze of self down…
Back into the Deep…

Gathered by a myriad of hands…
The nymphs caress and rebuild our form…
And gather us about once more…
Guiding us to stand present…
Before the vast ancient Eyes…
Which look through us to all Others we have been…

Reprieve, rest, and respite…
Tests, trials, and tribulations…
The eternal Dance of tension and collapse…
To stay forever dissolved in the water,
Or to bring ourselves out charged and changed?

Children of the Goddess, will you Walk upon the world?
To constantly test and refine your natures?
Becoming the creators and destroyers of self?
For as we are remade, the world is remade…
And Her joy is within us…
And Her passion guides us…
And Her love reminds us…
Of who we truly are…