...of Fire, Wind & Wisdom

...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