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01 February 2016 @ 09:56 pm
fire invocation for imbolc ritual, 1/30/2016 (improvised, from memory)  
before i begin
there is an element of audience participation here
i want you to clap with me
or stomp
or holler
as you see fit
fire loves noise
but when i raise up my hands
please stop

and fire
i know you love poetry
i know poetry is one of your domains
so please have mercy on us
respect that this is poetry
because i know that you also love to surprise
so let’s stick with poetic surprises
and not literal ones

i remember when you took the hardware store near my house when i was eighteen
i remember driving past it just the afternoon before
not even thinking about it
same hardware store that was there
had been there
would always be there
over the course of four hours
four hours of noise and chaos
where there had been
a livelihood
there was now
nothing and silence
and i saw that space
as i’d never seen it before

with your noise and chaos
you make nothing and silence
you are raw unfiltered energy
hot blinding light
coming at us from every direction
bring us your power tonight
charge our work with your

and in exchange
because there must be an exchange
there is always an exchange

everyone listening
i want you to think of who you are
everything you are proud of
everything you are ashamed of
everything you stopped noticing years ago
your tools
your livelihood
i want you to think of the things
that are most important to you

and i want you to set them on fire

everything you want but cannot have
everything you have but do not want
burn it

all of your labels
all of your mechanisms
every single agonizing device
everything that makes you who you are
everything that blocks who you could be
burn it

make it nothing
and make it silence
make it silence and nothing

i want you to take
who you were
three minutes ago and

[beat of silence]

hail and welcome fire.
mood: screaming in sacred space
music: whoosh
Mary: eggshellsegg_shell on February 2nd, 2016 04:28 pm (UTC)
Love this.
selva oscura: [tarkovskiy] glassanonymousblack on February 3rd, 2016 01:30 am (UTC)
i shook for several minutes afterward. though that might have been my dismayed realization that there were three more volunteers calling three more elements after i blew the roof off the joint. :-/

still, everybody loved it and i highly recommend screaming the words "burn it" in front of a room of your spiritual contemporaries at least once over the course of a lifetime. particularly when you've recently lost someone dear to you and are still in the midst of a months-long cancer re-occurrence scare.