merry season

Hail the merry Season!
    A boost for love & joy
time to shout out loud, ablaze
          A very merry holiday
        to each and all I say!
Soaring day, far into greater space,
where kindly constellations
tell stories of joy, sparkling grace.
Miraculous day to carry like inspiring song,
melodies layered through ages.
Welcoming evening lights,
cozy homes, familiar rites,
recall of feasts, merry meets, gift of returning friends
evoke deep breath of peace, belonging, generous amends.
Raise high the revelry.
Ascend into muse-ways, space for effulgent play,
as if myths foretell our lives.
Goddess of Night
from celestial firepit
feeds dreamers
the potency of stars’
cosmic light.
Far, in green glade mists
where sacred hymns are born,
primordial chthonic gods commingle,
frolic with merry sprites conjured.
Winter nights can exude that vibrant beauty,
so poignant, wild and overwhelming.
Cold breath waking primal life.
Gazing into the stars to welcome
the clear, icy surrounding of spirit.
Winter blessed to inspire us beyond
mundane measure.
The essence of who we are —
living world dependent on
a star for light and warmth, for energy.
Ceremonies carry myth to shape awareness.
Beauty’s sacred well
expands metaphoric cells with
water of bliss and contemplation.
Sacred vessels aching to be filled,
dip in with grace, good will, drink deeply,
copious draughts of ecstasy.
This is not belief or even knowing.
This is breath of awe in motion.
Rare and wonderful, the essence of beauty,
it is in our vital core to listen. 
The more we listen, awe, compassionate wisdom takes hold,
we become attuned.  We become the voice of welcome,
of familiar kind regard.
Cherished, merry soul
dancing the golden mountain trail,
reveling in freezing rain and snow,
tasting the bite without bitterness…
If only we could reach into
legendary epiphany,
reach out in simple empathy.
If only we could simply be
lost in beauty and laughter,
like joyful fire sprites dancing warmth
into this Winter’s night.
Coalescence of blessings —
Smell virgin snow, spice and roast,
pine laced fire.
Meet make-believe elves to tell
secret desires.
Delegation of peace, these moments
gifted with meaning,
lighthearted believing,
merry ritual.
The innocent joy of uncomplicated affection,
of passionate beatific dance to a sacred drum.
The horizon shifts through daily duties and nightly prayers.
We take what we can. We give
dear wishes for a future where convivial peace abides

Seeker’s Flame

Candles burn within dark halls.
Sparks of wisdom engrave walls.
Vision churned from flame enthralls.
Doorway into sacred revelation — severe, profound,
grabs from beneath the conscious realm.
Movable fire for warmth and vision.
Flame as friend, staunch companion of
Phoenix Fire fills open hearts.
Potent flame to flow with natural progression,
adapt to align with intention, to succor, exalt,
to ignite.
Perpetually cast toward bliss,
dance to the music of passion.
Avenge the angst of life’s attractions.
Get caught up in the lava flow,
burning to spend and leap without
Feed on what feeds your blossoming,
infinite bliss,
the whole of the real.
Let your mind drift and wander.
Take a leisurely stroll through
what feels good, right, beautiful…
To wander clothed for travel, no map, destination;
direction found in whim or instant’s serendipity.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold.
Arms wide into flight
above foam and sea,
absorbed by eternity.
Now escapes,
running into future skyscapes,
closer than this moment
as it slips
into one more.
Age, a deep reflective pond,
translates all the places of possibility —
Twin jugglers set our stage.
Nature and nurture combine,
entwine with trails inside.
Take up the tale, my star lit dear,
of how we now have wandered here.
Now’s waiting; don’t be late.
Epic journeys cycle into each successive now.
We wander trails of potent destiny,
telling the tale,
bodysurfing the storm,
madly dancing in the rain,
cast off from restrictive form …
to taste sweet grapes
break crisply;
embark on a journey of ecstasy
to be all, every
thought to be,
enticement to unfurl forgotten wings
to join the flight, the call
into exultation.
A journey of a thousand destinies
written deep within your soul;
traveling daily through all the possibilities,
which are the parts that make you whole?
Forward from here.
    Hope emanates, flows into form —
hope for noble stories,
soul destiny of humanity.
    Another day dawns and lingers.
    We journey on.