Sober Prestiges

Circle the sunflowers
Around burning candles wrapped
With patchouli, draped with
A rose oil.
Mother Goddess of the tree beside me,
Father God of the sun my eyes see,
Send your will through my right handed
Fingertips and allow me to bask
With my left.
Burried bones of sacrificed beings
I admire how you dare not cry,
I admire how you dare not try.
Allow me to soak you in the earth
And set fire to your air of
Worthy intent,
With sifting winds and dried out rivers
The night grows near. Join me
In my meditation of youthful moments
And Nobel seizes, of sober prestiges.
So
What will be left of the dying
Incense? it is my prayer to thee,
Oh Mother Goddess and Father God
Bring out your powers that encompass me
And I will never question existence,
For it is in my will,
So Mote It Be.