Saturday, 21 December 2013

Metamorphosis ( a poem for the Winter Solstice)

                                 Christian Schole

Throw your dreams,
into space like a kite,
and you do not know ,
what it will bring back,
a new life,
a new friend,
a new love,
a new country'
- Anais Nin

This morning,
times comes round again,
as the veil is drawn,
glides under shifting skies,
follows earths trembling hum,
the thunder of life's mutation,
imagination awakes, loses wings,
impatient and a little crazy,
lets words escape, beyond control,
into spaces unafraid of weight.

The dance of transformation,
hooks and catches, follows whirling path,
flowing in winds sowing filter,
navigates uncharted space,
without borders restrictive figuration,
turns nothing into edges everlasting pulse.

And in the morning,
time comes round again,
opens up its brilliant rays,
reconstructs our roots,
supplements our need,
releases again the delicate
                  seeds of dream,
slipping chrysalis's of survival,
deep into futures hungry realm.

Happy Winter Solstice

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