Sadhana New Year

Magic.
We prepare with flowing cloth, leaves of all size, flowers in our hair
We congregate, laugh, share, Main Hut glows with warm artificial light
The gong rings, we wait, expectant
We line up, one behind the other, hands to shoulders, lit by the full moon- silver light illuminates bodies snaking ahead and behind
bodies covered in mother earth, her wild children

we proceed, chanting:
"the earth is my body, water my blood, air my breath and fire my spirit"
The sand shines by the full moon, candles nestle along the path.

Screeches!
Wild Things!
Humans? Nature? Animals? ALL!
We smile, laugh, play, hands on shoulders. A Procession through a young forest.

A curtain of leafy branches, beyond a field of shimmering sand, bathed by the moon, glowing with a bonfire.
We are cleansed with incense, receive a flower, a passion fruit.
Drums beat, music pulses, crowd grows, energy rises!

I DANCE

Arms outstretched, whirling, twirling, big steps with toes sinking into the soft sand.
My Hair, my clothes, loose around me, dance with me

I am wild! I am overflowing! Energy from my toes, to my fingertips
Hours pass, I dance, I sit
by the fire, in the shadows, with the others, upon the bank.
moon, stars, sand, flames
This is the end, the old year
We circle, hold hands, we Ohm
30 minutes we sing, we harmonize, we create dissonance, the pulse rises and falls.
Some sit, some meditate, and then

The New Year

dancing again, laying in the sand, watching the moon, feeling cleansed
2010 holds untold promise in this land of spirit and unity.