Ritual

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Ritual

Poem

O Ritual, formulaic motion of thought and gesture
Framing our aspiration in thy sacred investiture,
Hallowing a brief interval by thy arrival 
Moments heavy with significance slowly travel.

What gravitas in thy simple means nearly occult,
What activations hidden prop this method difficult?
How shine thy symbols by repeated willed use
Of intention and aspiration yielding results profuse.

Who fashioned thee O Ritual, who axiomed thee,
From what bare foundations wrenched thee secretive?
What alchemy you bring turning every thing a key,
To unlock heaven vaults and doors of higher destiny?

Who brewed thy amalgam of form, word, feeling,
Who conceived the net to catch thy subtle being?
How shapest thou in unfavourable circumstances
By our catalyst will these occult performances?

O Ritual, courier of our aspiration, soul’s vocabulary,
Reveal unto us they higher forms, the occult mastery.
Turn our every moment into thy birthing’s space
Beautify our every gesture to reveal the Divine’s face.