Too young to understand, solemn ceremony,
Weeping parents, families gathered, elder-
Father awakened not this morn, aged body
Laid to rest, spirit sky-rising to eternal light.
Thus, death was explained, body bed linen-
Swathed, spruce and laurels, buried in winter-
Dormant wheat fields. Lost to us were Elder-
Father’s field sowing and scared mysteries
He observed, Ceremony of Seeds.
As maiden gleaner, plowed earth I related,
Hard work harvesting wheat in sheaves, rituals
To goddess, tiny seeds were as buried bodies,
Generations of elder-fathers through my fingers
Flowed, sown to scattering winds. Such images
To my heart arose, for I yearned divine under-
Standing as elder-father knew, life and death
Earth passing, awakened spirits, I prayed for
Blesséd wisdom of secret cults and rites.
Into starlit night I strove amongst winter
Barren fields, my naked body moonlight pale,
As offering given, evoking wheat to grow.
Chanted melodies fashioned as I sang. All
Night wandering, I prayed at elder-father’s
Grave. Upon sunrise, visions I received, name
Of goddess too difficult to speak, earth rising,
Deific heart so moved, herself released from
Months of darkest captivity.
“Periphona!” she spoke aloud. “Phersephassa!”*
She announced. Alas! Ancient goddess known
By many names, generations of elder-parents
Tilling fertile Attic plains. Lo! Rustic rituals
I understood, tiny seeds scattered onto ground,
Green leaflets released from captivity, spirits
Rising heavenward to sun and rain, growing
Seasons revealed. Grown woman, I am Kora,
Sacred mysteries followed, Ceremony of Seeds.
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