BINDING SPELL
I bind to you with golden chord the song of your content, I bind to me with shivered silk the woven threads of your lament, I bind to you with plaited flowers the eightfold might of all your powers: The might of granting wishes be your desire and mine. The might of greatest cloaking to protect and make divine, The might of wings for flying to detach from the entwined, The might of changing shapes and shifting lines that is defined, The might of uttering wisdoms to speak in rhythm and in rhyme, The might of motion and devotion in the sacred Loving vine, The might of seven senses in the bidding will of the incline: Sight, Hearing, Taste, Smell, Touch, Speech, Intuition fine. The might of nine spaces in the stepping in and out of time: The space within and without, the space before and behind, The space beside, left and right, the space above and below, The space beyond all the space where there is no fast or slow. All these powers within you, all these powers around me, All these powers around you, all these powers within me, I bind to you, I bind to me, the mighty powers of minds combined. Dwina ***
Thank you to everyone who responded to the Binding Spell and for reading my Substack works. I am eternally grateful to those who take time to read my endless scribblings. Substack is also a Muse in itself!
Dwina xxx
Really wonderful thank you Dwina...and love your painting too