Blessings. May you feel the Elven spirit within you, the magical infinite space of divinity and from which all that appears to be, takes form. T.E. Pelton, Elven World Mythologies

Great Spirit
I wish to let you fill me
But I cannot stand still
I cannot
Let my cup remain full
It spills in the earthquake
It ripples when the pebbles fall in me
We startle and run away
We fly, soaring our wings outstretched
We whizz through the air
We slither and snap
We bare our teeth
Impatient children we scramble out of your arms
To splash in the streams
Birds shaking off a summer rain
Great Spirit
Need I be silent to be with you?
Instead I feel you in me dancing
Red-hot embers glowing
Flames popping against the rhythm of my heart
Without silence
Without peace
Angry, loud, afraid, aching
Full of sound; The rhythm against your no sound
I am with You.