The golden child is in my heart today, touching me beyond my understanding. It is this holy seed of touch that moves my heart to sing. The perception has become the meditation; the unseen interplay of space and form; the burning line of fusion, where names dissolve and definitions are consumed by fire. This womb of immaculate co-existence magics all. Being and non-being dance the shadow play of life as planets echo themselves through the still lakes of night. All converges at the inner point of silence, the luminous dream of creation fills the world and everything that has ever come to be is reaffirmed by this renaissance of resplendent light.
(Photo and poem by Clinock). Re-Post from 2011
Hi John, this is really beautiful. Have a good solstice
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Thank you Ina – May the long time sun Shine upon you,
All love surround you, And the pure light within you
Guide your way on.
Beautiful.
Thank you Kathleen…
Heavy poem.
Heavy, but light, Hansi…
Yours words are magical. I am glad you re-posted from 2011 as I missed it then. Happy Winter Solstice to you!
And back to you CC – the light returns slowly, but it does return as it has always done. Thank you for your reply…
Incredible…now that is something to celebrate wise man.
Then let’s all celebrate the return of light – in all understanding of the idea. Thank you again TC…
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Something we all can celebrate as one species…and with all species
Honoured I am for this TC…
Some creativity here; forming images with words!
Thank you teeceecouncel…
…and your beautiful poem: “…moves my heart to sing”!
That it connects us is all I desire – thank you Marina…