O Dionysos Gamēlios,
let the weight of the world fall away,
as wine falls from the cup,
as laughter fills the night air.
Let there be no shame here—
only honesty, only exploration, only desire
rooted like a pine tree,
rising like sacrificial smoke.
May we be unguarded,
may our attention be undivided,
may we be present with each other,
and discover the sacred in touch,
the divine in intimacy.
Dionysos Panchoreios, guide us
not to excess that blinds,
but to ecstasy that awakens—
where body and spirit move as one.