Neoblastic Rituals

Neoblastic Rituals

We gather high upon the hill

To do our ritual and spells

It’s dark up here with a breeze

Just like it was five thousand years ago

Our ancestors met up here

And did what we did here

One long connected circle line

We add to that each year

The veil thins and we chant songs

Their words have meaning

Carefully put together for this act

Reaching out into the ether

Our spell work healing and working

Making things better for it’s needed

We can’t leave the world broken

Even if we wanted to we must act

We’ve all got enough problems 

And much fewer solutions to fix them

Making the world better plus our lives

Asking invoking praying begging

Hear us Great Mother Goddess

Fix our world so we can meet in another year

We carry out and follow your will…


◄ Running Track

poem from book One Thousand Plastic Trinkets Nick Armbrister ►


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