The Waterfall that Demanded Reverence

Nature spirits of some places do not comply with the order of your ritual.

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The Waterfall that Demanded Reverence

There is an Edenic roary river that traverses Anima,
Where its enraged waters plunge down tens of feet
Into stepping stones that carry initiation that whispers no warning,
Should your feet be unknown by its ancient guardians.

Its door is a winding breathing tunnel
Woven in greenery that escorts you down into unscathed mystery,
Where your feet may suddenly step on an unseen skating board,
Upon stepping into its peripheral soaked earth that forever glistens
Like a kind of gold no one ever mines.

I unmasked my feet
From the veil between them and the soaked ground,
For sacred grounds crave for the taste of feet
In exchange for tranquility.

As movement changed to unpredicted dance,
As my arms changed into wings of a plane,
Balance borrowed, never owned,
I survived the initial initiation…