Solstice

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.” Helen Keller

As equal days and nights embrace each other  in a dance of the highly mystical, the winter solstice appears at a time of great change when the earth readies herself for the harsh winter that enables the spring by way of the autumnal season when the harvest is reaped . And as the hay is in the barn, the first frost has settled on the roof of houses everywhere as the smell of sweet wood resonates from the hearth. The pumpkin lay in the patch waiting for Halloween and the sheep have returned from the highland. Everything is as it should be or is it ever really? 

Solstice literally means ‘stand’ and the whole of humankind seems to obey as the sun keeps a watchful eye on the frozen north for the river run is deep and wide as it is long even when frozen. All is as it should be when the gatekeeper to the Land of Nod holds you to the sacred task… riddle me this… how do you keep the one you love? Love is not kept nor can it be as a flag of selfishness  flying over its castle walls. Love is patient, love is kind, love is good, love is all.

…copyright by jc, 2020-9, image by pixabay…

 

River Song

Tonight we sleep under velvet skies
As we count the days since the caravans have departed in winter’s wake
I find the beloved in a hundred murid images
The clues hiding deep in these crossed roads of a poet’s second-hand notebook.

For those of us left behind to finish with this wayward stroll
The milkiest way is full of light from Andromida’s way star bright
With nights of Blue Moon, Cowboy Junkies, and Sweet Jane
Least we forget the rain, the sky and the Hawk from on high.

Steel on steel will make the rails sing
But tonight my song is for the river the Lakota call Wakan Tanka
Take me into your murky debts amongst the sunken cypress logs
And renew me in the pure water of southern rain.

With great respect and warmth, we bid the day adieu’
May our dreams ever fall true for another nights review
And with my eyes ever-smiling across the waters wide
It’s good to ride the river with you tonight.

©jc2020-9

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Polaris

Oh bright star in a northern sea
As I wipe away the tears that once held me

I think that maybe what I see
From that bright star in front of me
In that land by a northern sea
Was never intended to be a star at all

Oh what could it be
In that land by a northern sea
Is it the twin star Sirius trying to fool me
For the brightest star, I’ve ever seen in a northern sea is Polaris
For if not what could it be
In that land by a northern sea.

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Road Trip

Dear Friends of WordPress,

You may have noticed that during the last mouth or so I’ve spent less time blogging. Nothing wrong, I just decided to take a road trip, as Jack would call it. And this one took me through out the south to places known and unknown. Who knows the riches in words that will fall from this tree. We’re on the last few miles before calling on home to guide us in.

Thank you for your support, JC

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Sail On

My sails catch wind from inhospitable surroundings into darkened waters. And to see any light only intends to surround me with more darkness. It is in this velvet serenity that at times I feel most at home. Give me the bare shadow of a new moon or the slight crescent of the bull moon so not to take away from the seemingly contradictory warmth of a dark cold night. I visit this place often and its focus is always on a new understanding, a perception different from the previous stay but somehow the same in its approach to life and love.

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Dragons Nine

What should one do, stand still in the rain, umbrella open, guarding every inch of your body against the raindrops falling asunder like water in a perpetual storm? Or, maybe one should throw the umbrella aside and splash head-on into the blissful water shouting hallelujah amidst the splashing of each puddle in defiance of the proper way of society. Continue reading Dragons Nine

The Mystic is Nine

“Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic” -Van Morrison

Find something, anything, which is so encompassing that in a given block of time it enthralls you to get lost together in unconsciousness. Such things are beyond space and time, it is bliss and one only questions the indignities of why when not doing this transcendent work. Indeed others drown in the waters the mystic swims in.

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©jc2019-9 Happy New Year, ask and the numbers shall guide you.

  

Solstice

“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.” -Helen Keller  

As equal days and nights embrace each other again in a dance of mystical qualities, the winter solstice arrives at a time of ritual and celebration on the shortest day of the year beginging an upward spiral to usher in the light of the newborn day. The harvest is reaped under the watchful eye of the harvest moon, the first frost of the season settles on the roofs of houses as the sweet smoke of the hearth surrounds everyone and everything. The pumpkin lay in wait for All shaming Eve while the hay is in the barn, and the sheep return from the highland. Everything is as it should be.

The word Solstice literally means ‘stand still’ and the whole of humankind seems to obey as the sun keeps a watchful eye on the frozen north for the river run is deep and wide as it is long even when frozen. All is as it should be when’s the gatekeeper to the Land of Nod holds you to the sacred task… riddle me this… How do you keep the one you love? “Love is not kept nor can it be a flag of selfishness as is seen flying over its castle walls. Love is patient, kind, and good, love is all.”

©jc2020-9.