Ritual Of Elements

Within the span of summits,
apex reach of distance stratified
above thick breadth of life
struggling to survive below,
a taste of clarity dances
on the lip of mind,
expanded into purest thought
by realization of eternity
on rush of raven's midnight wings
that cut the chill of ignorance
with edge of wisdom whispered,
gained by willing sacrifice.

Upon the loneliness of sward,
from watchful strength
concealed deep-turfed,
black-rooted in quiet force
from marching sentinels
of trunk and branch
and green-gold leaf,
the scent of pleasure
rises pungant from the sunlit soil,
an ache of beauty revealed
rich in thudding beat of life
by skirl of distant pipes
and far-off dance of cloven feet,
sweet as new-found hope
drawn near.

In the wash of spiralled heat
that sears away the grime of life
with char of ash embered from
the soiled layering of thoughts
grown stale with city,
certainty burns exultant
through all tired mesh
of weary blood and smothered flesh
to sing of simple joy unfettered
by mere instances of living.

Drawn deep into the flow
of sacredness awash
at faltering feet of aimlessness
that takes all doubtful tread
into the endless cleansing stream
of cool and unrelenting knowledge,
mortality is drowned away,
revealing ripples deep with silver peace
seen blue from under depth of infinite.

At the center of the stillness,
where rushing air feeds reach of fire
rising hot from strength of earth encirled by
all latitudes of depthless water,
the energy lies unsullied,
undreamed by rationality of mind,
stripped of limit by significance,
the ordered chaos brilliant,
the pure reason and precious gift
of universe we call
from deep within as
spirit.