I sit on a warm stone bench –
on the bank of the Great River –
long green reeds wave in my direction –
bees buzz around purple flowers –
and sage-colored stalks of the standing bush –
pale leaves sprout from upright stems –
like the antlers of a deer –
breeze sighs and licks my cheek –
heat sears through the tunic on the backs of my legs –
children’s laughter flies over me –
along with the whisper of the Holy Ones.. –
Come…
Come, Daughter,
Come with Us,
Come play and dance,
We adore you…
steady drumbeat sounds in the distance –
light and purring –
then deep and pounding –
who will sit with me?
who will be my Love?
who will be my Mother, my Children?
a single tender rose seduces me –
she tilts her head in my direction –
beckoning with her fruity scent –
bewitching me with her radiant display –
deep fuchsia heart –
fading to an innocent blush at the outermost edges –
of her loosely coiled flesh –
I listen to the Silence –
that the bird call bathes in –
I feel the Stillness –
underneath the fluttering leaves –
I am the sacrifice at the bank of the River –
I am the offering –
the empty Cup –
I welcome all who will travel with me –
those who are friends –
and those who are strangers –
I honor the branches –
their frenzied shaking and rattling –
I bow to the pitter-patter of the ants –
as they march across the deep brown soil –
now in sunlight – now in shadow –
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