Sacred Rite

In silence

I hear music

melancholy melodies

washing gracefully

through ancient corridors,

waves of rhythm

drifting across

gently rolling green.

When I close my eyes,

cosmic light                                 

leads the way                      

to Shangri-La,

where someday,

in ceremonial display,                   

I shall surrender

to the Gods,

dance naked in the rain,

celebrate survival

unafraid…

Susan J.