harph's sounds followed me

Was it avalanche that stopped me or hurricane?
from reaching out for your hands
covering my soul with the golden dust

through the centre - into the earth
seeking all the grotesque forms
that mimic life from the shadows
of our fuzzed existence

rising up in worship of the One
bowing down in reverence

conquering sorrow
cleansing the path
through the gate
between the pillars

into the centre of the spiral
into the essence of the pentagram
into the light of rainbow
into the tear of the newborn
into the stem of the rose