I hear the beat of a distant drum.
Spiraling downward in meditation.

To my beach of virgin white sand,
Ocean tickles my toes where I stand.

Blue waters are they at the bay of peace…
High tides of the moon; sigh with ease.

Mine eyes along the surf do seek-
A gift of triangular stone to meet.

For my soul though I hesitate
The trilogy to contemplate...

Three
        Three
                  Three…

Are the Powers that be!

Yet by chance?
I begin to chant.

Maiden
        Mother
                  Crone

Power
        Matter
                  Mode

For I see
        and I do
                  To receive
                            Mote of blue.

White
        Red
                  Then to Black
                            The Trinity be.

Sight
        Bled
                  Death a fact
                            Reborn is She.

That which I seek, I do find…
Speaking to me; a riddle, a rhyme.

Elemental spirit will be my guide.
My gift I give to stand at my side.

Opening my sight for my mind to grasp;
My ancestors land that I absorb at last.

Before my spirit can move to cross;
I must come again without a loss.

So I ascend
to the surface again.

The drumming
                  with my heart does beat!

Thankful am I
                  for tranquility I meet!

Positive energy now from me flows…
Synergized her spirit now grows.

Serene my inner child can be;
        For she is now
                  One with Me!