Tryskelion

Moonlit night flying,
soaring spinning
weaving amongst clouds
Owl, Sister of the feathered wing
I call you
to this place between the worlds.

Fireborn Goddess,
I stand before you
charred singing spirit
feeling, feeding the flames
born in time out of mind.

Wet Ocean Mother,
you of the wild and exhaulting dance
surging breaking waves
craving, estatic,
bringing me the fierceness of lunacy.
Join me in this circle.

Ancient Serpent Mother
I touch your Earth
beneath a dream draped Oak,
my life rooted to your calling
shedding skin and self.

The circle is cast.