just one [05jun23]

©2023 michael raven

turning toward the within
to better listen, see
the nameless beckon
through a veil of pain
to a place, fireside

I’m reflecting on a single rune, nauthiz, today. It may be a new habit for me.

Kami, manitou, “the spirits” — however you wish to name them — wait with infinite patience for me to present myself for instruction. I trim away the fat and give them sinew, bone and meat.