...the endless knot .... the holy grove... 
...the threshold ... the place beyond... 
...I enter, like a newborn child.... 

Embracing the eternal 
Like a consuming fire 
the knowledge grows 
when it's cleft 
Though still patchworked 
yet flooding 
the creating touch 
washing away the vile. 

Embracing the ancient 
while trees gently whisper 
those intimate 
longed-for words 
The greet wheel 
is still revolving 
with untouchable sovereignty 
so invulnerable. 

Into the sacred grove I drown 
The endless knot 
draws me into 
the fire of hearts, the place beyond 
Then I'll be born 
then I'll be renewed 

...naked spirit ... bare... 
spirit