Monday, February 26, 2007
Burning Clay (poem)
Burning Clay
It is almost like this:
a code, a waiting key,
perhaps a still tone
awakening the within.
To step now
into arms of darkness,
to open to what awaits,
the love, the fury,
command and echo,
summoning
and release.
Something about lifetimes
of getting ready,
the voice from a past
lost forever in cycles of light,
cones of burning clay.
What will you give for this?
What will you give?
Dorothy Walters
February 26, 2007
