I gave you wood and stone for your old new home
as you return to the comfort of a compound
smudge sticks of Palo Santo to burn in your room
and a blunt obelisk of smoky quartz
brimming with Reiki as a small measure of
grounding, centering, and transmuting
to love and light
you will clear and charge the crystal
as the white witch in you discerns
I hand wrote a note and packaged it all up
roughly, like a man wraps a package,
in an old Buck Knife box.
My knife; long lost. The box, having
long held random silver coins,
now moving on to you and beyond.
You shared with me the paint chips
indicating a gallon of Apple Crunch
and a quart of Beau Beige
no Cape Honey Flower at all.
Today I drizzle essential sage oil in
my sand rock bowl and burn tobacco
for you on your journey
(C) David L White
August 8, 2015