WAITING IS
- a poem for the pandemic Winter Solstice 2020 & the New Age of Aquarius
The Circle waits in Silent Deep
Echoing still in timeless Fire-Chant
and Dancing Feet
Invisible only to those who travel in straight Lines
We see Love & Laughter in this our Liminal Space
Betwixt and Between
Then and Now and Will Be hold hands
Eternal Round sharing each and all Our Amazing Gifts
(some still hidden from Ourselves?)
All parted from each and never parted
Together and Always touching and touched
We will meet again in our Hidden Place
So Mote it BE !
by Delta Listening Wolf
Priestess of SweetWood Temenos
(some phrases borrowed from Star Trek original series: ‘Amok Time’)
- a poem for the pandemic Winter Solstice 2020 & the New Age of Aquarius
The Circle waits in Silent Deep
Echoing still in timeless Fire-Chant
and Dancing Feet
Invisible only to those who travel in straight Lines
We see Love & Laughter in this our Liminal Space
Betwixt and Between
Then and Now and Will Be hold hands
Eternal Round sharing each and all Our Amazing Gifts
(some still hidden from Ourselves?)
All parted from each and never parted
Together and Always touching and touched
We will meet again in our Hidden Place
So Mote it BE !
by Delta Listening Wolf
Priestess of SweetWood Temenos
(some phrases borrowed from Star Trek original series: ‘Amok Time’)
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