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Lost Web by Satin Mabus



Pan Rite of Senses


By Aion 131


E - (Burn a natural herb or bark))


The scent of new life
Howl of raging storm
Breeze and current
Cloud and mist
HA!
Pan is Here!


S - (Feel the warmth of the sun)


Sight of Sunlight
Fire within Earth
Inferno of the lighting strike
Flames in Eyes
Ha!
Pan is Here!


W- (Taste drops from dew or rain or a brook)


Taste of salty oceans depths
Rain and hail and snow
Raging rivers, Quiet lakes
Ha!
Pan is Here!


N- (Bow and deeply feel/smell the earth)


Touch of earth and stone
Leaves and grasses, bark and needles
Trees and fruit and grain
Bones and Flesh of the Mother
Green-Life unfolding
Ha!
Pan is Here!


*- (Center-Silence- complete, inside and out: listen!)


Soundless Sound
Wordless Howl
Come to Life!
Erupting urge
Ha!
Pan is Here!


Io Pan Pan Pan!
To Me!
 


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TO NU-NUIT!


5/23/96 'Arcady NW'