vincennes, in usa
this was published this year by the International Library of Poets.
rituals, we all live with them, but what are they really? are they
church on sunday, dinner together on wednesday night, praying
for forgiveness on saturday night, or are they ..... something more?
rituals are as old as mankind - maybe even older. they only change
that's all. what once was - is now no longer, and what is now -
was once unheard of.
rituals - once they were the act of dipping a sharpened stick into ink
and tapping it with a hammer ..... tapping it into fresh, clean,
unblemished skin - beautifying that plain skin. making it special.
rituals - once they marked the onset of a new journey. the journey of
mysteries. this journey is filled with emotions - joy, sorrow, pride and
pain. when one endures this ritual - all those emotions are experienced.
this journey is a spiritual, lifetime quest and the art of this ritual is also
spiritual and can sometimes take a lifetime. the symbols formed during
this ritual are personal and represent only the one they adorn.
many are repulsed by what they see, for what they see is only ink. they
fail to see the joy, the sorrow, the pride and the pain - all the emotions
which the ritual expresses.
perhaps they have yet to begin that secret journey.
~ celtic rose ~