Sunset ritual: Beltane fire
tonight on a hilltop
ringed by mountains.
We walked up the path
two by two, singing.
One of us carried incense,
another a lit candle
to start the blaze.
And it blazed!
It crackled with heat.
As dusk deepened
we called the Archangels,
gave and received gifts.
We fed the fire with symbols.
Orbs of light danced with us.
We came back down
towards dark,
to strawberries and cream.
We drank lotus tea
spiced with mint.
I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
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