Ritual

My internal peace
should not grind and whirl
with thoughts
not easy to turn away.
I practice
stepping inside
beckoning a sparkling light
which enters
from the top of my head.
s l o w l y
 it wanders, bobbing, and gliding
like slivers of gemstones dancing
with joyfulness through obstacles
casting them aside; after a greeting.
Deep c l e a n s i n g,  exploring
accepting, while
becoming new, refreshed
in the precious moment.

p. malafronte (2010)