For Telling Fortunes by Sand
FROM THE CRONE'S BOOK OF WORDS
On a red paper
Spread dry sand;
Draw with the finger
A circle there;
Gather the grains
Outside the rim
And let them run
From the left palm, slowly
Down to the circle’s
Centre, saying:
Time is truth
Time is sand
Time run true
From my own hand:
For love
For joy
For pain
For death….
Repeat these four;
When the sand ends,
In that word
The truth will rest.
Posted on Mon 28th Mar 2011 21:39:48