I gather them all
Candle, bowl, breath, and earth
Ritual begin
Center of myself
Bathed in air, water, and flame
Earth beneath holds us
Delicate and soft
With the strength to conquer all
Blow, ground, burn and flow
Ground beneath my feet,
Rise to meet each step in stride
Tremble in my wake
Fluid emotion
Ebb and flow seeking balance
Yet, tides always turn
Passion burns within
Fire inside burns the soul
Forging creation
Breath of life, is life
Wind's embrace flows through my lungs
Exhale, Namaste
Many forms they take
True earth, fire, wind, water
Never can they lie
Mother Nature gives
Her body, tears, breath, and warmth
Thank her, Blessed Be
You can try to fight
Earth and all her elements
Nature always wins
The Great Magician
Pentacles, swords, wands, and cups
Elements to wield
About the Creator
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Comments (1)
So cool! Love how you used photography.