...of fire, wind & wisdom

.the endless knot. the holy grove.the threshold. the place beyond.i enter, like a newborn child. embracing the eternal, like a consuming fire, the knowledge grows, when it's cleft, though still patchworked, yet flooding, the creating touch, washing away the vile. embracing the ancient, while trees gently whisper, those intimate, longed-for words, the greet wheel, is still revolving, with untouchable sovereignty, so invulnerable. into the sacred grove i drown, the endless knot, draws me into, the fire of hearts, the place beyond, then i'll be born, then i'll be renewed,naked spirit. bare. spirit