Spring Equinox - Spiritsinger - March, 1993  

In the East,
  where pale colors of dawn touch sweet scents of fresh flowers,
  I arise.

In the East, 
  with long flowing robes,
  my arms open to the universe.

In the East,
  where the silver of moon rests as a jewel in my mind,
  I wonder.

In the East,
  where the winds become my voice,
  I call.

In the East,
  where I stand with ancient sword in hand,
  I return.

In the East,
  as a gentle warrior,
  I begin.

 Powers of the East!
   Bring your morning song to my heart,
     and in return,
       I will take flight into your dawn.

  
In the South,
  I circle 'round and 'round
  spinning a web of fire.

In the South,
  I return to be,
  to feel, to touch, to heal.

In the South,
  I am the fire,
  I am the spirit,
  I am the child.

In the South, 
  from my fingertips I cast forward my light.

Powers of the South!
  Bring the dance to my body.


In the West,
  where the sun sets and we speak of change, and endings,
  where the Goddess saw her reflection in the sea
  and fell in love,
  where autumn returns, splashing red-orange hues
  on rhythmic waters,
  I flow.

In the West,
  where the Ancient One of change waits,
  I turn.

In the West,
  the place of courage, of daring to look inward,
  I search.

In the West,
  where deep feelings as still ponds reflect,
  I receive.
 
In the West,
  where waves break to return again as moontides,
  I heal.

In the West,
  where water flows as river's current,
  I follow.

Great powers of the West!
  I call upon your gifts
    to bring me inward.


In the North,
  the place to be silent, to be still,
  where the blood of the Ancient Ones flows through my
  veins, I gather my wisdom.

In the North,
  I build my shield, dance my path onward.

In the North,
  I learn the power of darkness
  and welcome the gift of light.
 
In the North,
  where trees no longer bend, but wait,
  where Demeter in frozen silence grieves,
  I come to gather in the dark, to touch my truth.

In the North,
  the fallen snow touches my sense of silence,
  the barren land brings me close to the hearth.

In the North,
  where the mountain carves her shape, silhouetted across
  the midnight sky.

In the North,
  the wolf's cry spirals through me,
  reminding me of the power of the Ancients' call
  at midnight.

Great powers of the North!
  I call upon your gifts
    to still my heart with your wisdom!