The Mysteries

They don't come,
dressed as ghosts
with the whirl of thunder,
drumbeats, feathers, prayers...

They don't come
with ritual and ceremony
to the sleeping room
of the screaming child.

There is no one left
to pull the child out
into the world.

No. Not now.

The mysteries
are just a subtle knocking
on the walls of the psyche
echoing deep
into the still lake of your heart.

God is calling

All the doors must be opened
and the shadow of Self
revealed.