April 12th: Stone and Foundation

Stone and Foundation

I am of the green grass in Baltane time

I am of the stars in the sharp cold of Imbolc

I am the dream of flowers in Ostara's hour

waiting, warming seeds, eyes blinking open

I am the-forever-becoming

a spinning whirling snake eating it's own tail

creating from destruction

Rock of fire, rock of time

shapes of whirling early mind

contort the fabric of earth all'round

in this sacred circle found

only silence, stilled the birds

sunlight slant and shadow words

on this center stone are heard

whispers distant that will be learned

I found you on a somber stroll

I found you though I did not seek you, no

I found you like a treasure lost

and here I sit, student, upon the moss

I fought my way here, in mud worn hiking boots

I lost my way here, tripping over roots

no direction, no need, just discovery made

I sought an escape from my homemade mundane

The sky held a storm at bay

charcoal dark, splattering rain

I left my hood off to feel what I may

my heart listening to a brain-made-tirade

Stumble fumble feel and find

smell the earth, the wind a sign

pointing me where I must go

Through the dark, briars pinching at my clothes

I did not set out in the best attire

but I had to leave

escape from the mire

But here is peace, deep stillness from this stone

that I have found, my very own

or I am yours, a fleeting creature pausing

past your weight, carved shapes a-calling

Rock of fire, rock of time

shapes of whirling early mind

hold me in this sacred circle found

cradle me in this ancient mound