A Ritual Thirst Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

A Ritual Thirst, it calls to me
A primal pull, an ancient plea
Whispers in the night, a haunting cry
A thirst that begs, a need to satisfy
Through winding paths, I wander on
Guided by the moon, whose light has shone
In the depths of the forest, so dark and deep
A sacred place where secrets keep
The rustling leaves, they whisper low
Echoes of a time, long ago
When nature reigned, and man was free
To drink from the earth, in harmony
But now, in this modern age
We've lost touch, with nature's page
And so, this Ritual Thirst, it grows
A yearning for what our soul knows
With each step, my heart beats loud
Aching for what I have vowed
To find the source, of this thirst
And drink from it, quench it first
Deeper I go, into the unknown
Feet sinking in the soft mossy loam
The air is thick, with a primal scent
My body quivers, with pure intent
A Ritual Thirst, it consumes my mind
All else fades, leaving me blind
To anything but the pull, of this call
Leading me deeper, to where it all
Begins, in a clearing so serene
Where nature's energy can be seen
In every leaf, in every tree
This is where I am meant to be
I stand in awe, as I take it all in
This is where my journey begins
The moon above, casts a silver light
Guiding me through this sacred night
With each breath, my body awakens
To the power that surrounds and beckons
A thirst for life, for the earth, for more
A primal thirst, like never before
I kneel down, and cup my hands
As if in prayer, in sacred lands
And dip them into a crystal stream
Drinking the water, in a timeless dream
The coolness soothes, my burning throat
As I absorb, nature's antidote
The taste, so pure, so full of life
Eases my fears, my inner strife
I close my eyes, and let out a sigh
As I feel this Ritual Thirst, subside
But deep within, I know it's not gone
Just waiting for me, to call upon
With each sip, I feel alive
Connected to nature, to the divine
My body, my mind, my soul
All one, in this sacred goal
I drink until my thirst is quenched
But this Ritual Thirst, it never ends
For it is the essence, of who I am
A connection to nature, that will never dim
A Ritual Thirst, it calls again
Beckoning me, to this sacred glen
And I will answer, every time
For it is here, where I truly thrive
So let the moon guide me, through the night
To this sacred place, where my soul ignites
A Ritual Thirst, a ritual of life
A connection to nature, forever alive.



Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ A Ritual Thirst