Ancient are the Ways
And nothing is new
Only renamed
And repackaged
For a modern age.
Some walk and
Talk like they
Are the sole
Arbiter of true mastery
And I can only
Dane to learn
From them.
No one teaches
Anything new
Only reconstituted
For a modern age.
Ancient are the Ways.
Psychology is a new
Babe in the world
In comparison
To Philosophy
And Theater,
All of whom
Share roots
In the Tree of Life.
I am a priestess
In the Ancient Ways
She is a PhD
In Theater…
We each deserve
Respect, from
Ourselves,
Others
& One Another,
But Deserving
And receiving
Are not always
Shared.
She is a Director
And understands
The Ancient Ways
Are shared between us.
We dance the dance
Between space
And enjoy where
Our worlds overlap.
The Mask
Overlaps our worlds.
Revered face
Holding a spirit
We respect it
In our hands
We put it on…
The actor
The initiate
Puts it on.
One is playing
One has gone through
Years of training
Before daring to
Dawn the mask
Knowing
It will use them
To have
Their body
For a little time.
Ancient are the Ways
And Masks are Ancient
And Channeling is Ancient
Human beings are Ancient
We are intertwined.
