Winter Solstice

On this Solstice night,

Declaring winter,

The year’s closing sigh relents

By-gone months of

Broken selves strewn

Untidily in cobwebbed corners,

Dreams shrugged

From shoulders bowed in

Disappointment and desiccated hope.

Effort and agony-the excellent products.

On this longest, darkest night

Let us sit silent in review

Lest we miss angelic, “Hurrah”

For failure and forgiveness

For losing all-Yet

Rising one by one again

To be the light

This darkness calls.

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Linda

After reading your beautiful poem, I sat quietly and reflected, on this winter solstice eve, of my past year with it’s times of happiness and sadness and realized, with a smile, that my times of happiness far out-weighed my times of sadness, and only I, was in control of each of them. I believe both happiness and sadness to be Blessings; one of gratitude and one of learning. It is in the quiet times that I learn the most about myself. I also realized I have much to learn.

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Samantha

There you go again with that wonderful Buddha-brain of yours…teaching us all how to do it better. Thank you for that, and all else! Thank you for the reminder of how powerful the quiet-times are. Already going too fast, sans space. Now, in honor of you, I’m sitting for 10.

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