ring around the rosy

Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down!

This song along with the clasping of hands, moving in a circle (clockwise fashion as I remember), and the resultant fall to the ground by all appears to have originated in a depiction of plague and its results. It is also easily interpreted as representative of the Garden of Eden (first two lines) and the Fall of Mankind (second two lines). I wish to spin it into a different realm of mythopoetry.

The rose has oft been used as a symbol of the mystery at the core of the cosmos. One can see it in the Arthurian legend, in the Knights Templar, and the symbology of the Rosy Cross (Rosicrucians). We join hands and circle around that mystery.

Our pocket, our carrying capacity, our templum (clear open space for divining) is full of poesy, of imagery and the transubstantiation of that imagery into metaphor, into the living word we are.

When we lose sight of the rose at the core, of the center of all being, when our pockets no longer contain poesy, we turn to ashes. We fall down. We are as dead.

This little nursery rhyme provides us with the keys to death and life. Both of course are essential. We must go to ashes and fall down from time to time in order to freshly open to the poesy of the rose.