Another great write Katrina, this stanza stood out to me:
Contentment beckons,
Santosha, santosha,
Shanti, shanti, shanti.
A dance within.
As if you were summoning the elements themselves, unleashing your inner shaman. Your rhythms are as soothing as the cradle of compassion itself :)
Aw, thank you! Yes, I think often my poems (even some of my posts) turn into spells of sorts. But, truly, words are power. Thoughts are power. What we focus on we create, so yes! :)
The idea of the spell itself is so interesting, going back in folktales and myths for millennia, showing that we understood the incredible power of words long before theories about them were first constructed. Keep it up, I love your style :)