Friday, January 06, 2006

Ritual Cleanse

The Dame looks me dead in the eye
With a symbolic scrub brush in hand
Do what you will

Naked
And cold
She washes me like a child
I huddle in the tub
Pondering my fate

I stand
She pours a bucket
Of spring water laced with herbs
And spices

Cleansed like never before
I focus on the new year

I cast out
My lazy mind
I cast out
Helplessness
I cast out
Fear

I am open to
New beginnings
I am open to
New ideas
I am open to
Change

Sage incense wafts around me
A clean white mantle covers me

Hot peppermint tea
Warms me and soothes me

I lift my face to the sun
And breathe in
Grinning

I thank the Dame of the Waters
And follow the path into the woods.

3 Comments:

At 1:21 PM, Anonymous Heather Blakey said...

This is just extraordinary Luna. The image of the Dame standing with a bucket of water laced with herbs and spices is delicious and the purification is divine.

 
At 2:47 PM, Blogger Luna said...

Thank you Heather, You are such an encouraging word mistress.

 
At 7:23 AM, Blogger Rhonda said...

What a delightful poem! I enjoy your way with words. There is so much poetry on these pages! Thank you for yours!

 

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