The Circle Dream   Leave a comment

Deffinently worth sharing.



We chose to climb this mountain

through old brambles, over ice


cursing barbs that scratched our ankles

damning thorns that tore our veils,


splitting stones that skinned our reason

as the thunder rolled our tongues.


Now we reach the sacred fire

and our hair turns scarlet


as we catch the embers, naked

and the circle dream awakens


to paint balm across the valley,

bleeding light into our wounds.



(c)  1993, 2018  Betty Hayes Albright


(An old poem, revised and dedicated to H.D. Rhoads, my mentor years ago.)

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Posted December 25, 2018 by kenneturner in Information

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