On Ritual and Trance
I want to watch a ladybug make its way through the constellation of freckles on my arm. I want to listen to a woman speaking wisdom, lulling me into finding my own conviction. I want to be enchanted by the distant thunder and by my dreams and by the people I love.
I want to awaken, alive, panting, on my knees.
I want to be hypnotized by the hum of the bees.
