Elemental Dealings
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These bones, purified
By sacred water & fire,
Become oracles.
These flowered poems, are marked
By, a return to
The source of light, love & life.
This cross, this star &
Candle point beyond darkness.
A wild, ancient tree
Is perhaps wiser and more
Useful than millions
Of elaborate gadgets.
The force that flows like
Wine through red blood and green stem
Unifies Nature
Intermittently. It can
Not be atomised.
It resists Death's long shadows
With hints and guesses
Of 'eternal' mysteries.
Perhaps, it provides
An order to perspective
Perhaps, its meaning
Is merely surreal chaos.
Some personify
It as god or great demon.
Yet perhaps it can
Never be truly labelled:
Such paradoxes
Of being and becoming!
O these totems, these
Rituals, these creations,
These elements drive
The world's teeming diversity!
They are symbols of
Spring and earth, and of great worth.
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