The Mother Earth is my circle,
My sphere.
I am upon her,
Within her,
Around her,
And so She is with me.
My sacred place is where I stand.
No boundaries do I set;
The surrounding horizon
Encloses me within this world,
Yet, opens the universe above me.
I am between the worlds.
The Earth, She grounds me.
I am rooted like the trees,
Solid as the stone,
Aware of myself in this world.
The air is my connection
And my protection
As my intent is carried
On his strong back.
The fire, ah, the fire,
Is my desire kindled,
The strength of my will,
The action of my intent manifesting,
The burning light of my soul.
The water, the purifying elixir, I find
Above, in the fog, the rain,
The drifting cloud;
Or below, on the dewed grass,
The clinging drops on leaves,
The puddles at my feet;
My magick flows in the ripples
And skates across the heavens,
Its blessings to rain down another day.
Arms stretched to the skies,
Face into the wind,
Eyes wide open,
I relish the tingle in fingertips and toes,
The power still ringing in my ears
As the energy drawn forth
Returns through my rooted feet
To Mother Earth once more.
And so, with trembling voice,
I give thanks,
The sounds of nature
Whispering back to me
Within this sacred circle.