Last night we began our journey through the astronomical year and deeper connection to the quarter points of Solstices and Equinoxes. This poem emerged from that intention. Enjoy…
Light strains to take hold
As darkness spreads her wings
Of Divine shroud.
Darkness seeks its mate
Of brilliant light
And both weave the
Dance of courtship and
Consummate Union.
Darkness lifts a wing ready to
Molt its downy blackness
And Light kisses one
Last time lips that seek the hermit’s solace.
Light coils within the shadows
Spiraling out and reaching
With tendrils of inky
Stain that becomes the
Beauty of a palette of
Misty grey.
To deepen this writing, please listen to the audio of our opening pathworking here…
Standing in the Center
(12 mins.)
Temple of the Cosmic Spheres 