Rapid lips
express moving words
They distill
cryptic notes
as the East gathers the votes
two ways to measure
Flaming ball
scorches offered throat
Time to float
before fall
no capacity to gloat
no drill to recall
Chest pulsates
rhythm silent hum
it creates
mystery
Heart cries above medium
it’s a theory
Elders speak
their voices low, faint
We devour
within hour
the dripping flesh that they paint
Hunger, no restraint
Cardinal
points towards choices
The old fool
rejoices
stumbling in ineptitude
no truth in the drool
Align swift
new paths are tender
They pull us
there yonder
where outreach is in the rift
A new world to lift
Reading of the poem:
"The Voice of the earth" Divine vocals and flute soar above the earth
Just a short post to remind those who were not aware that this the first full moon on Christmas Eve since 38 years.
This is also a Time for letting go and renewal, a time for recovering soul memory so I am sharing a short vocal memo prayer from Dreamtime with all of you and hope you will like it however nonsensical it may seem to you. May our Hearts be strong for the Times ahead and may the knowledge that Dawn comes after the darkest point of the Night instill more courage into our hearts.
I thought I should share what sunrise looks like from my balcony so added this as an afterthought. I am yet to take a full video of the time from night to dawn and transform it into a timelapse piece. Meanwhile I hope you like the below:
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