Even the everlasting sun will die someday
eternity is found only beyond certainty
the solid ground shakes and the low clouds at night glow red.
The earth splits open and nothing will be the same.
The deep core of fire that holds it all together
It must break through claiming the land
The oceans boiling
Life is whisked away like spirits into the heavens.
It happens in cycles
Solstice to solstice
The tension of life awaits catastrophe
Welcoming the change
the eruption of order into chaos
the loss that spins and weaves grief into a new creation
Solstice to solstice, we dance in perpetual motion
We dance to celebrate the change
to honor eternal life, fed by loss
knowing that even the everlasting sun will die someday