Thursday, July 14, 2011

Ritual

My mala beads

in our mouths
as our tongues dance around our divinity.


I pray on these.


Succulent sacrilege
pure and primal intent
the Gods and Guides are smiling at our
spontaneous exercise in magick
and writing of rituals.


Lost in us
here and now
these are the moments
that fertilize the soil
despite our desbelief.

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