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
Stop to consider what you are doing. Fall silent and listen. Have a seat and question. To you, yourself will be revealed.
You will find yourself in the pool you glance upon as you silence the ripples of noise that dance across your surface. You may gaze at your reflection and see into your heart in murmured silence, like the wind that whispers over quiet moonlit nights.
Your dreams will play for you versions of yourself over and over, repeat archetypes spinning indifference within riveting plotlines. You see behind you your father or mother and cringe with vigilance, for life – HA! – is merely sweet merciless vengeance.
Hidden in images of temperament and demeanor, lies all of your sufferings, but if known gives meaning. Give light to your shadows, your dark ponds of grievance. Shine hope into past wrongs, let change come like the seasons.
Let go of the parts that no longer serve you. Burn off the deadwood, but know it’s what made you. Like our ancestors who died, and we live forth in their absence. We stop and reflect, to live on in our actions.
A passion enters through the naval
winding through the intestines
the currents reverse
pain collides with pleasure
sadness erupts and joy penetrates
The sky sinks along a floating glimmer of light
the heart enters with contours of aches streaming
a million cranes escaping into emerged stars
constant whirling engaged in blending
tightening and dampening
coiling and springing
timeless and forgotten
a shudder of stemming senses
a passion patiently waiting