Thursday, October 23, 2008

The Feast of Samhain (2.)


I offer now bread, red fruit, red wine

To life:

To the dreamers, planters and gatherers, 

to makers and unmakers, the innocent and the wise.

To the inarticulate, lost, hungry, and fallen, 

to every transparent lover

wandering these grey bardos in their solitude.

Come to the table, all. 

Here is a rich conversation harvested from the last living garden.

A dappled pear, an apple, a pomegranate.

A butterfly in it's chrysalis, winged, moist,

the slow rebirth of color deep in the depths of this dream.

The weathervanes will turn again.

The wheat has new life in it yet. 

The blessing will still be given.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i got goose bumps reading this invocation..its beautiful and matches the season and my feelings..i love the site...and the story of your new like to visit truth or consequences this winter....what a remarkable artist you are
i hope you are well love to you inanna