...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