Into The Cauldron
A sprinkle of red sand
with the after taste of earthquake.
A pinch of summer's breeze
with a touch of tornado.
A dash of starlight
with just a hint of super nova.
A teaspoon of warm rain
with two drops of lightening storm.
A heaping of the bright purity of spirit
with a splash of the dark night of the soul.
Under the moon,
through a full cycle,
stirring the kettled womb continuously,
adding the right ingredients
creating this recipe called life.
February 12, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen