When I prepare for magic -

When I prepare for Magic, I prepare as if I am going into battle…as if I am about to make love, as if the whole world might change in a moment…

I dress or undress…I unbind my hair or bind my hands close together to feel the heart led dance of seduction pulse my being into deeper rhythm…

I swear on my Three Souls that I might come into Fecundity, that I might spill forth with the Light needed to illumine the lamp atop the Skull…

I trace my descent into a Seething Sea and rejoice in the Wisdom of the Underworld…my chest heaves with the weight of the rippling Land and the People gather near. Wind begins to breathe closer as I unfurl wings into the Stars and a litany of Mighty Dead processes through the Dark.

When I prepare for Magic, it is like a dance on a Knife’s Edge. It is a dare to become something else that I was once was and a reparation of worlds that makes Poetry to the Beloved.

When I prepare for Magic, I forget myself and embrace You. I begin to sink into Waves that becomes Rivers that become great cascades, my own tears…milk and blood mixes as the Goat-Gates shiver and I…

Take you. I take you. And you take me like a Cup, like a Stone, like braided blossoms and reforge me in Thine Own Image.