i have spoken shahada.
i have confessed the Nicene Creed.
i have sought refuge
in the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha.
i have eaten the transsubstantial host;
held the sword facing the corners
naked amid a cathedral of trees
at the solstice
invoking Ra, Jah, Gaia, Kali,
Panpersephone Tetragrammaton
Michael-Samael-Goddesses!
i have initiated novices,
and audited (or thought I did),
paced twelve or more steps
in processions of processes.
i've taken guided meditations:
with americans and asians
sat through faddish imitations with
transcendental intimations.
i have followed psychoanalyses
through their logical fallacies,
chased wishes into abysses
to emerge washed clean.
i have soared from shore to tor
to bower to shore again,
in eyries of the sun
as camel, lion, snake, child.