Friday, June 20, 2014

Winter Solstice Poem

On the eve of summer solstice, I've decided to post last years winter solstice poem. Just a reminder of how far we've come, and where we are headed.

Teahouse 6/1/2010

Dark, as we move from the depths of the
Warm beams transform us with rays of energetic light,
As decay manifests, taking hold...
When it seems things just can't get any worse, but then they do, because anything is possible.
With the unfolding of life's cycle, with something as simple as the knees of bees.
It starts with a giggle, gurgling warm until a full boiled laughter takes hold.

Until darkness peaks, and there is nothing else but... light.

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