Bubbling water carressed my naked body
with fluid fingers as tree creatures
and autumn breezes sang hymns
of praise to reverent buckeyes and
oaks gracing the hidden place...set apart and secret from mortal view.
Fragrances, pure and not
defiled by man...
a sacred incense to the moment...
floated from the soul of Mother Earth and blended with my own.
Above me in all her
omnipotence with a congregation
of a million stars,
the face of the full moon spilled her holy light upon me.
Trancelike...
I exited through the
vail of steaming vapors
into the beckoning blanket
of the night.
It was then
from the innermost core of my primitive spirit, that I bayed into
the heavens the
the soulful lament of
a lunar communion
that left the host of time eternal
upon my lips.

by
jennifer