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

new possibilities

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