Please don't kill my Craft
in your attempts to discover it's nature.
Don't poke it and prod it as if it were some dead thing.
Don't dissect it or squash it onto a microscope slide.
Don't focus only on its warts and wild hair.

Please don't kick it as if it has no feelings.
Don't twist it's limbs and force them to do things
that they were never meant to do.
Please don't abuse it so thoughtlessly
and then just walk away in contempt when it falls to the ground.
Don't leave it lying there in a twisted
bloody heap when you've decided that it is worthless
or phony simply because it didn't share with you,
all those wonderful things you've heard others describe.
Don't fool yourself into thinking that you've actually
learned something about it's true nature when you are through.

Do you really want to know my Craft?
Then stop the poking, prodding and dissecting.
Stop staring at those warts as if they were the only thing.
Just stop.
Open yourself.
Open your eyes and see.
See my Craft.
Look! My Craft Lives!
It Breathes!
And my Craft Dances!
It dances the most beautiful Dance in the world.
But it will only dance for those who come seeking it's nature
with a genuine desire to know it, as one living thing to another.
It will only dance for those who will look into it's eyes, who will
hold out their hands and who will join in the Dance themselves.

Copyright Luthien Wildwood
6/1/2001
Posted with permission