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A solstice with the taste of burnt
wood and the planet’s waist so tight
that thought goes mad.
The South halfway, returns;
the North starts another cycle.
But we do not notice that anymore.
Neither that we will sail through lands
that no one will name, for unawareness,
for dissipation and for proscription.
But the belt can be unbuckled,
cycles will keep spinning
and those lands will impregnate us.
Of crimson bonds, of emerald
gardens, of ochre paths,
of bluish waters and golden rains.
If we were not clouded, we would dance
to its chemistry; if we would dance
our quintessence would emerge.
Thus, of these lands no record will
speak, history could fade and
we would fly away not wanting to return.
But we will feel its essences penetrating us,
ours will wake up and the belt will unbuckle,
choosing the cosy bonfire, not the burning one.
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New Phase in the Wheel of Life:
Solstice 22 DEC 2019 04:19 until 3 FEB 2020
Southern Hemisphere: Summer Solstice | Reproduction | Litha
Northern Hemisphere: Winter Solstice | Rebirth | Yule