From: hatcher@mtb.und.ac.za (Mr Brendon Hatcher - PG)
Subject: Sacred Steps - a poem
Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1993 07:23:30 GMT

Greetings all.  I have always been lousy at peotry, but I think this
poem comes pretty close to describing what I felt.  To set the
scene...

It was the first ritual I had ever done...sorta like an introduction
to the gods and goddesses and a dedication of myself to a new
spiritual path etc etc.  At the end of the ritual (done in the forest
under the full moon) I went walking about the forest, letting
"something" guide my steps...and it felt like a "sacred walk" - hard
to describe.  Anyway, comments and criticism, similar experiences..all
welcome.

		
		Sacred Steps

Energy-air,
Air-energy
Swirling, tumbling, wild

Body-aware,
Aware-body
Trembling, awake, quick

The sacred Web
immanent, imminent
In me, of me
Me in it, of it

Forest of the Sacred
self-aware, Self-aware
Me of it and it of me
'till of "me" and "it" there was also "one"

Hesitant, shaky steps
A new-born buck in a new world
Rythms tug at my heart
Drawing me through the world

Gathering strength, purpose
my feet trace out a sacred path
A sacred path that's right
A sacred path that's Rite

Earth Mother,
hear my prayer

		Hawaan (which is also the name of a forest!)

Hope you could understand and identify with this

Bb
Hawaan