CALM THE CORE

Resting back against a tree
at the edge of the wood,
remembering a time when
everything was good,
watching the sun
feeding the earth,
taking part in the cycle
of death and rebirth.

Whilst in the middle
of the forest
where a small patch
was clear,
a circle, a spiral
of light did appear,
it radiated
casting shadows long,
drawing in the
weak and strong.

They woke and wondered
as they walked unled,
each of them following
the one ahead,
over the creeks,
past all they had known,
travelling together the
congregation had grown.

'Til they came to a stop
on the top of a hill,
the valley below them
had a fine stone Mill
where a circle of trees
were planted in three rings
to indicate a place
where the spirit sings.

She stood before them,
“At last we are here,
now calm the core,
let all thoughts be clear,
as we prepare to listen
to the Invisible Song
we must sit now in silence
for who knows how long.

For we are entering
into a liminal space
when time as we know
it has no place.
It's not somewhere you
can go to from the outside
it's an inward journey
so let's prepare for the ride.”

Morganpoet