I am ritual
Is my cry
I am the circle round
I am the fire blazing
I am the blowing wind
I am the cool crystal water
I am the blood which flows freely
I am the knife that cuts deep
All things are contained within me
I am the vessel known as I am that I am
I am constant
I am never changing
And though ripples form across my waters
The ground within is solid, constant
and I retain all that I am and all I will ever be
And all I seek is to remember what is ahead
for I have been forced to forget
for the dark shadow is my constant companion
and it makes me weary
a heavy burden, my brother I cannot leave ....
Extract taken from 'The First Golden Ritual written 26 June 2003
Matthew James
