Of fire wind and wisom
The endless knot
The holy grove
The threshold
The place beyond
I enter, like a newborn child...
Embracing the eternal
Like a consuming fire
The knowledge grows
When it's cleft
Though still patchworked
Yet flooding
The creating touch
Washing away the vile.
Embracing the ancient
While trees gently whisper
Those intimate
Longed-for words
The greet wheel
Is still revolving
With untouchable sovereignty
So invulnerable.
Into the sacred grove I drown
The endless knot
Draws me into
The fire of hearts, the place beyond
Then I'll be born
Then I'll be renewed
naked spirit
bare spirit
