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By Mirabeau Date: 2001 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.04.13.49.23955]] |
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I am performing ritual purification, breathing deep the smoke, stripping for the sweat lodge and asking the spirits to harken unto me, though I do not know their names, when it seems they have guessed mine. I will call the rains for you my love, beg Bear, Crow, Raven and Coyote and stand beneath the vaulted sky hands outstretched, fingers reaching, and offer prayer for what you need. I will ask the rain to bring the healing, and though I fear the dark of night, and dread the place that is alone, I will go there for your sake, pushing away the fears that would stand between us. I am only the woman you love, and you are the man I let into my soul when the lightning fell around us like summer rain. And I do not know that they will grant my prayer, I only know that when I emerge I will be a different soul, and I hope that you can love me still, when I have danced with the gods. |