I call on Thee, kind Muse, to grant a gift,
to loose a stream of swiftly flowing words,
a spring of inspiration, crystal clear,
to nourish fruit from which to feed the soul,
a rushing stream to cleanse my inner eyes
so I may see the ageless mythic truth.
I ask assistance by these very words.
As I have prayed, so may it be!
This ritual is ©1997, John Opsopaus, but may be used for any nonprofit purpose provided the source is credited.
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