SOURCE PRIMAL

The earth is my body – solid, ripe, and affected.

The sky is my spirit – sweet misty air, alive and unfettered.

The salt water is deep, deep as my soul – frothy, violent, soul-deep

and calm in the center.

The moon is my memory – when I can bear to remember.

Fire is my experience – knowledge earned, never stolen.

The storm clouds in my mind – only I can control them.

All my words are not wisdom and the world does not own them.

My wrath is a snake that parts withered grasses.

I come sly with my venom to spark righteous blazes.

Wind is my breath that will scatter the ashes.

Death is my wish for all who betray me.

Life is the double-edged sword that prevents me.

Gravity is my burden – this tenacious climb punitive.

Tarnished stars are my compass – misstep intuitive.

Solar eclipse is my trust – burning heat aloof and withdrawn.

My love is rare jewelled glass marked by crossbones, a skull.

Your eyes see your own nature when you look in my direction.

Only I know the strength of my own incantation.

I am the she-wolf – she hunts beside me.

I am the lone wolf – I let no one inside me.

My springtime is fleeting – tears water hope buds that bloom,

and help to bear summer’s red heat when passion is fierce.

Autumn’s fall maybe brings me consolation and solace.

In winter I find my greatest endurance.

I will not stay frozen in icy dark North.

I will not wander thirsty in brutal dry South.

I will not succumb to the West’s dying light.

I will turn my eyes East and knock at Sun’s door –

face her lumination, all her succour and spite,

and bask in the shine due a warrior’s might.

7-13-2010