I come to sit
In the Sacred Circle.
In solitude
I seek, I meditate,
I explore my Soul
To eradicate
The structures within
That seek to restrict
The path set before me.
In my mind’s eye I wander
Through the past
Of vast wastelands
To seek the old bones
That feel smooth to the touch,
Yet, are solid as stone.
Though bleached white with time,
They send shadowed reflection,
Like faint ripples that shimmer
To seem silver in sand.
I set to the task
To gather together
Each piece important
To the whole.
I lay them bare before me
Building from the beginning
To complete the circle,
To restore the old life
To regain the new.
For in the continuing circle
There is no end.
