Even as early winter ice petrifies,
glazing what is open to outlying sovereignty,
an undercurrent flows unceasingly.
When moon is dark, geese yet adhere to flight,
their path laid out by pricks of light,
an endless artery towards journey’s end.
As my head is cradled in night’s dream
I feel your eternal breathsound within,
your whispered comfort that I am Love.
In this Advent season as we move towards Winter Solstice and new birth of Light…
In this time of political uncertainty and fear…
In these days of lengthening darkness…
May you flow through your days, not fighting against,
but moving to the song of our Truth.
May you fly through the depths trusting
our Light will lead us on our journey.
May you be held up in the breath of our Holy One
and fill your lungs with the certainty of compassion.
Night Season yields
an interval, a time to peel
away layers, winter clothes
stratified around my being
stripped off in complete
leaving me tender, naked.
It furnishes still space
to be without shape of being,
ego unable to structure
itself around, within my
In this hallowed dark I release
all that encumbers me
to see your glow, feel the
shine of your precious face
conscious that you matter.
There I watch your hand hold
something so dear, so full of trust,
I fill with Unbearable Light.
You demand of me
what I cannot do alone.
In You I surrender to
Your proposal of radiance.
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