Equinox Still Point

Silent doors open to reveal Gaia’s new palette,

Coloring the imagination with mists

And first drift of fallen leaves,

Blowing over-ripe memory from summer’s mind.

In this hour of stand still balance

Before winds scream from the north,

Before dark overtakes day,

Shimmer in early vesper light.

 Enter the temple of your forever-Self.

Make holy the still point.

Link yourself to mother earth and father sky

For there the dance is.

 

 

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