***The Gift of the Labyrinth***
The Lothlórien Tree
Small seed,
hard seed,
faint smell of nutmeg . . .
Exotic spice,
where do you come from?
What tree do you spring from?
Procession into the labyrinth,
nautilus spiral,
Golden Mean,
Chalice lifted high,
feet rooted in the earth,
fertile earth . . .
I reach my hand into the well
and you leap into my palm . . .
Five pointed star,
sphere,
and eagle
nestled within your mystery . . .
You find your way home with me,
carried within the heart bowl,
nestled amongst purple and beige Ariadne
threads . . .
Planted on the third day
in the center
of the spirals that are emerging
from the land that holds
our home,
our dreams,
and the potential
of all that walk the path . . .
Five pointed star burst forth with
life!
Eagle fly into the east!
Beauty tree of life,
bless this space
breathing in and out with
rhythm and harmony . . .
Grow,
teach us
to be stewards of the land,
and blossom
into our hearts
filling us with mystery, joy, and wonder
. . .
-Lea
Goode-Harris- ©
10-7-1996