The Practice
Like Berkano, the Rune of Regrowth
The body grows like birch trees
After the swift fire of the spirit
Blazes down from the sky.
When the mind is broken
The body can take over.
When the illusion of self
Is lost in the cacophony
Of the Well of Urđ.
The body can heal
And redistribute the energy
From the mind
Back to the mind.
How does one remember
To practice when one cannot
Remember self?
One has foresight to
Create a sacred grove
Of practice which waits
To house the Holy.
The practice is the sacred space.
Each movement on each day
A brick is laid in the temple of the spirit.
As each foundation is laid down
The place for the Gods arises
Like Glađsheimer on the horizon.
Each movement, a becoming.
- Christina Marvel
