Walk the Path of Odin

On a Snow Full Moon I walk the Path of Odin Like an initiate I wear only a white robe On a Snow Full Moon I walk the Path of Odin I am sacrificed I walk through the city streets followed by two attendants two older Greek women in black In my hands I carry two red roses they are frozen from the cold But they lay dormant in my hands One rose is life One rose is wisdom The roses are the symbol of new life to come in the Spring I walked pass many people in a square they are concordant off behind police barricades Its the death of small child Men remove her silver black coffin from a car I refuse to look directly But my inner knowing said a small girl has died I thought to add the two roses to the funeral cortege But I hold on to them The small girl who died is my own death The death of my inner self-ego the sacrifice of walking Odin's path When I reach the end of the path I am confronted by women and men in apartment block I share what little food I had with them from my journey I could feel the presence of a presence in the room but no one spoke of it But then something began to move inside of my body Inside my right hand smaller objects started to move around Impressions of words and symbols and images And the words: ODIN IS ODIN I ask a man did he know about Odin's spirit being here He said that he protects us and he ran away to report the news to a friend that I felt Odin Then I rubbed both of my hands together and Odin's spirit moved around in both of my hands I shouted out with joy I shouted out in laughter ODIN IS ODIN