I have been immersed in Mysticism over the last month or so…I was going to write today about the importance of offerings…but instead I’m going to stick with the mystical groove, and share an offering of a poem I wrote:
Under every rock I’ve looked…
Peering through dusty glass windows
And untangling the roots of plants…
I have collected cats’ teeth, blades of grass, and fine golden buttons
Touched fallen stars and grapes rotting in the sun…
Just to gather as many parts of YOU as I could.
You’ve watched me throw tantrums, inhale delirious smoke, and lick my wounds
While searching in the jilted dwellings of the hallowed and the profane…
And there You are
Existing in all of it and just out of reach.
Could I possibly seek enough and accumulate enough
Of the matter that makes You up, to see You wholly?
Would you allow me, but for a moment, to touch the infinity outline of your cheek?
I’ve heard you smiling when watching moths flutter in the darkness
I’ve tasted you reaching out from beyond a horizon line of ancient oaks
Perhaps that should be enough…for now…
MAY YOU SEEK WHAT YOU FIND…AND MAY IT BE ENOUGH!
The Sacred Circle Shaman, Pamela Dawn
(The image above is the visual piece I did of the poem…)