Inspirational Invocation: Candlemas, 2/2/97


Before the Poet found words.
Before the Singer found notes.
Before the Dancer found steps,
or the Artist, strokes,

There was you.

Swimming.
Swimming.
Swirling in the vastness of potential...the only ocean large enough to hold you.
Simmering in the cauldron of imagination
The spark in the darkness.
Waiting.
Waiting for the kindling of life and light to shine you forth.
The seed.
Germinated by our need to give birth to ideas.
and works of art.
and labors of love
wrought by hand and heart and spirit.

You are the Muse that sits on our shoulders.
The gentle tap that let us open the door in a new direction.
The talons that sink down deep
causing us to rise and pace...restless...sleepless...
until, giving you form,
we can find our peace again.


You are the breath of the oldest Gods.
You are the glow in the eyes of those who feel, for the first time,
the ecstasy of your touch.


Inspiration, we name you!
We sing you!
We dance you!
We draw and are drawn by you!
We bring you forth like lightning! Like firebrand!
We whisper your name like feathers. Like a kiss.
Inspiration we call you
to this, our gathering ,
in this sacred time and space.



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