Come to the Temple

Come to the temple

for the sacred rituals,

my brothers and sisters

and be not afraid

of what is Natural

and True.

For you to be awakened

by this very Earth

and her Magick.

By her holy elements

holding you,

rolling you,

lighting you up,

inspiring you,

swaying you,

sweeping you,

lightening your step.

Let the temple be your

place to come Home

and be lifted,

carried off,

at once.

Sink in.

Fly.

Forget everything you have been taught.

Remember your essence.

Remember the tune that plays

within you,

your holy instrument.

This is all I ask of you.

written in the air between Halifax and Toronto

by Sarah dancing temple Priestess

on her 47th birthday (Friday, May 13, 2011)