Lord Bacchus Devotions
This ground is sacred, this ground is pure, this ground is protected by healing. This ground is a sanctuary of peace. Wwoh! Dionysus please offer us relief.
Young Bacchus, who runs through the night. The forests at your feet. The moss and stones are holding you close. The trees are your temple. Strong lover of the woods. Come visit me.
Diamond-like sparks are sparkling deep into the sky. They show the quietening, the soothing of night. Kindness in the darkness, tenderness in the mist. There is magnificent beauty, glowing within you, in this energetic abyss.
Deep calls to deep. There is this delicately, dedicated tension when we slow down and breathe. Feeling passion. Calm then enters our blood. You are never ageing, ever forbearing, so patiently, unrestrained. Unrestrictive. Kneel closer to me. Forest dweller, please dwell in my heart. Never leave me be.
It is you, who is the protector of the unconventional. Protector of the gate. Let only those through who can listen to love. So they don’t destroy it later. Liber. Shiva. Give us our freedom, give us our joy, so that our redemption brightens us awake. Let us rise up and claim life.
Here is the remedy to soothe an aching heart. It is you who knows how to liberate. I request you free us from fear, liver of the wildlife. You who roars the winds. Take care of me. Have some keen interest in this struggle. Soothe me.
You are “he of the trees”. Completely hidden. Deliverer, you know how to loosen me. You are the one who releases me from these ropes of worry. You, who runs through the forest, are a wandering hero, conquering all misery. Please give it all that is needed. Ever salvaging. You are a Light for the darkness. A founder of cities of peace. Drinker of life, soaker in spirit. Never give up on me.
Runner of the woods. Lover of love. Awaken the minerals, stones, and trees. Awaken my tired aching bones, from relentlessly seeking peace. You are the dark earthy ground, who lets things be. Older than ancient, you’ve concealed more than enough, oh one who lives in the clay. Just waiting for the right opening, to speak to and through. He who prevails, always prevails, never give up on me.