This is the ceremony
Preceded by the gloom, its eclipse
opens a blue path to you.
You have taken shelter among ruins of ancient structures,
now under your feet there are ashes, what is left of poems and bones;
hope gets as dark as fear.
I come from the flashing light of a storm and its winter singing;
The lightning dances with the death, illuminating the darkest corners of the earth.
After the storm, blue ravens stand upon the Tree of Life,
now colors are as clear and deep.
This is the ceremony:
recognize this earthly beauty and breath its power
for its short duration of time elevates this moment as sacred
