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 Post subject: Poem of the Winter Solstice of your dream
PostPosted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 1:59 am 
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Today is the Winter Solstice. The final poem in Chamber 24 refers to the Winter Solstice ... but it is symbolic, of course, of your long journey through darkness as a being separated from First Source. The fire is the awakening of the Wholeness Navigator. Here is the poem:


[b]A Fire For You[/b]

On this, the shortest day of the year,
I have journeyed to the Great Plains
to build a fire for you.

The night air is cold like a cellar
cut from ancient stones.
But I found some wood among the deserted plains
buried under the grasses and dirt,
hidden away like leaves
that had become the soil.
After I cleaned the wood by hand -- its dirt beneath
my nails and the fabric of my cloth
I sent a flame
combusted by the mere thought of you.
And the wood became fire.

There were hermit stars that gathered
overhead to keep me company.
Your spirit was there as well
amidst the fire's flames.
We laughed at the deep meaning of the sky
and its spacious ways.
Marveling at the flat mirror of the plain
that sends so little skyward,
like the hearts of children denied
a certain kind of love.

You played with spirits
when you were young among these fields.
You didn't know their names then.
I was one.
Even without a name, or body,
I watched your gaze, unrelenting to the things
that beat between the
two mirrors of the sky and plain.

I believe it was here also
that you learned to speak with God.
Not in so many words as you're now accustomed,
but I'm certain that God listened to your life
and gathered around your fire
for warmth and meaning.
In the deserted plains he found you set apart
from all things missing.

Dear spirit, I have held this vigil for so long,
tending fires whose purpose I have forgotten.
I think warmth was one.
Perhaps light was another.
Perhaps hope was the strongest of these.

If ever I find you around my fire,
built by hands
that know your final skin,
between the sheets of the sky and plain,
I will remember its purpose.
In barren fields
that have long been deserted by the hand of man
I will remember.
In the deepest eye of you
I will remember.
In the longest night of you
I will remember.

On this, the shortest day of the year,
I have journeyed to the Great Plains
to build a fire for you.


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Thanks. This is the worst "holiday" season yet. Hey future people : send money, we still use it for food and lodging. Does everyone hate me this week? ACK!

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[quote][i]Originally posted by highwhistler[/i]
Today is the Winter Solstice. The final poem in Chamber 24 refers to the Winter Solstice ... but it is symbolic, of course, of your long journey through darkness as a being separated from First Source. The fire is the awakening of the Wholeness Navigator. Here is the poem:
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hmm.. considering around december 2012.. when something might happen.. and that the first organised WM content was relased around 2000.. I wonder if these 12 years / 24 chambers, relate in anything. In that sense, ch 24 poetry / winster solstice would co-incide with the mayan date of the end.

Just thinking out loud..

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Yes...I have been reading this poem out loud ... outside, every x-mas eve, since I discovered it... Last year, it was actually warm enough to build a bon fire...and I read the poem to a group of people who were all in "awe" and each found something they could relate to, in the words.

There was also a full moon last year and at the conclusion the poem...and after a brief discussion of it...I "howled" at the moon (the Kabbalists showed me how lol) and to my shock and amazement... the entire woods answered back... I had no idea there were cayotes in the east (I was in WVA) but the echo of howls confirmed it... we were surrounded by yipping pups and adult howlers...and the little dog someone brought to the bonfire...ran under the porch and could not be coaxed out...lol

I can't wait to try it in the desert...seems to me that there is something much more "holy" in this bonfire, than the trapings of a christmas tree.

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