Gathering – a poem

Gathering

With mortar & pestle we grind resin

with lavender

rosemary

& the peel of oranges

a thoughtful steady motion

channels open as aroma sifts through fingers

We burn candles dipped by hand

witness clarity in the dancing flame

& close our eyes to find stars on our belt

incense smoke to purify

we meditate & meet

we are the circle that surrounds us

Inside, She greets us

with open hands

scented loaves

& runes

She teaches us with what we seek

and touches us with knowing