JELSE
(written in a parking lot, waiting for a ride in Croatia)
The love of presence, the presence of love
Intertwined you and I, moon and sun, just begun;
A rediscovery of the ancient rites, beginning tonight,
By the light of the moon… hidden from view… rendering
all seemingly new
Yet imbued with ancient wisdom living in the trees; the breeze,
where all is carried with the wind and where all begins again
in a new cycle of birth and death.
Call me and it will begin.
The undoing of sin invoked by the Catholic church upon the Cathars,
and those who knew of love and mystery.
Help me with the blessings for I don’t yet remember the ceremony
and ritual yet they stir within me like the last remaining coals of the fire
still alive though dependent on tending and carrying and continuing
Without which the heat disperses back into ashes.
Ritual fire, stoke the desire amongst those who conspire to resurrect
the teachings of love and mystery… dancing in the light of beauty and
through me to the core where our connection remains alive…
a heartbeat awaiting connection through resurrection.
Pentagram - the five-pointed star.
I have come far in discovering this remaining clue to go through to the
mysteries to the greatest gifts in me where I see the love in you and me.
Hear me, love me, feel me, be real with me, be with me, as I walk the Bridge.
Artwork by Sandra Bernier
Writings of Anastasia Magdalena, channelled by Julie Westeinde
Voice and piano by Julie Westeinde