[Written by Lady Lissar, jskolnik@cap.gwu.edu]
beltane

green
spilt out into the meadows
running into every being
filling us up with spirit
tumbling
the pulsing red life of the earth
in the smoke of the firecircle
i saw my demons scatter to the skies
dissolving into the midnight air
there is nothing but the sun
the moon
in perfect equilibrium
unreal yet grounded
alone in body, full in spirit
love