By the Still Water

By the still water

On the root nearest the circle

I watch the Triplets dance

Their whirling, winding dance

And now, the air is tense

By the still water

Under which the Naiads gaze

Into endless, starry Night

Do they also dream of Him?

Do they also want for Him?

By the still water

Waiting for us to come to Him

To pray and offer to Him

To dance and experience Ecstasy with Him

To give all and everything, and more to Him

By the still water

He approaches

But not softly

His spell, cast in moonbeams

And the glittering of stars, reflected

By the still water

He is endless, limitless

Without boundary or concern

Without constraints or human cares

But with love, always with love

By the still water

He is adored

While all the branches sway

Even while my limbs shiver

In the icy, breathtaking wind

By the still water


Blessed are we, under the care of Apollon Nymphagetes, in the instinctual frenzy that He induces. Blessed are we who recognize Him in the wild spaces, and in the untamed recesses of the soul.  Hail and Praise to the Prince, Apollon, Lord of the lovely Nymphs.

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