In ancient rituals, shadows dance and play,
A mystical veil, shrouds the night’s gray.
Participants gather, with hearts full of awe,
Preparing for a sacred ceremony, to unlock the soul’s law.
The drums beat slow, with a solemn pace,
Dancers begin to move, in a hypnotic space.
Incense rises, with a sweet and fragrant scent,
Participants enter a trance, their spirits start to invent.
The priest appears, with sacred tools in hand,
Guiding the participants, through the ritual’s mystic land.
Their movements are solemn, their tone low and devout,
As if summoning the gods, to descend and live without.
Flames flicker bright, illuminating the darkened space,
Casting shadows, like spirits in a sacred place.
Participants breathe deep, their hearts beating fast,
As if drawn by a mysterious force, that will forever last.
In this sacred space, time stands still and silent,
Participants forget themselves, their souls start to violent.
Their spirits soar high, as if touching the sky,
Connecting with the divine, their hearts start to fly.
The ritual ends, participants slowly come awake,
As if rising from a dream, with a newfound sense to make.
Their eyes shine bright, their hearts full of emotion,
As if they’ve experienced, a spiritual rebirth and devotion.
Ritual: The threshold of Belief
Belief creates a protective sphere between faith and non-faith.
People enjoy them self inside the belonging sphere,dancing with satisfaction which is madness to those whoever outside that sphere!
The ritual draws a line to specify and divide different culture minorities.
When a sphere opposites to another sphere, stirs with each other and has bad communication, the war is waged up..
The small sphere is inside the mobile phone, the middle sphere is between the heaven and the earth, and the mega sphere is chaotic without charted, for the ritual of belief has not yet been formed.
Is it the time for noosphere to restore the original of humanity?
Y
