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?