Pilgrimage

Go down

into the cave of darkness

discover

the seedbeds of life

seasons of otherness

Mundus Archetypus, the

surging sea of energies.

As flowering plants turn

in prayer toward the sun

receive

the gift of life.  Reflect

on this:

How at the summit of

creation’s mythic mountain grows

the center-most mystic tree.

Pathways spiral

and always there is

the mothering abyss of mystery.

Consciousness

is but a twig

or sometimes branch… But

don’t forget

the underEarth of roots:

the tangled nest.

Pilgrim, as you ascend

stop for contemplation now and then.

Dreamlike in the shadows

breathe

the ancient potencies of night.

Feeling

flows in heartbeats.

Confess

if you are green with words:

Toward what island

are you setting sail?  What

forest are you wild in?

What storm within is

breaking free? What desert

do you dare to cross?  And

in what name or whose

do you pay homage?