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.