I’ve stayed out of this space for a few months. I’ve felt ambivalent about it and my energies have been directed elsewhere. But here is a peace-offering, a small toe dipped back into the water of these rivers, a little seed that will perhaps grow. And also a glimpse of the energy of this time of year, not unlike last year’s Solstice Poem.
Let yourself curl up into a loose spiral, a small parenthesis around ideas, a comma in between phrases.
You are the fox at the forest’s edge, the dragonfly come winter, the owl’s silent flight – sometimes you disappear.
There is no need to shout yourself from the rooftops. Sometimes it is more seemly to shift into the shadows, to don the slate-gray cloak of invisibility, to slip between the cracks, to listen.
Your warmth lies coiled, a spring gathering a supple tension. Sometimes glimmers of fire flash through your eyes or at the tips of your fingers. You keep contained, collect the sparks and bank them inward, keep the ashes hot.
Your fire warms your self, that space stretching wide within, hidden from view. You linger there in the old stories, smile secretly at memories, breathe in the longing that simmers beneath your skin’s surface; dream; plant seeds.
This is the place where you belong: within and without; hiding everything, hiding nothing.
Subtlety is a circle cast to keep your magic in this ancient grove, an honouring of the inner deep.
Keep your tenderness, keep your wild imaginings. There are bright clearings in your tangled forest. There is both light and darkness. Sometimes it is all you need.
LOVE THIS HOLDS ME NOW. .need to re-read it. . THANK YOU
Thank you for sharing this! Thank you for this inspiring and moving poem!