winter solstice 2014

Fire

It is never too cold to make one.

Smoke

I watch it dance
Increasingly fine moves
Till it disappears completely.

I trust that what I have burned will find its way,
To inform my new moves.
The smell of smoke remains,
my gratitude for such a ferocious dance.

I'm ready for a new dance card now,
But not waiting for a partner.

solstice 2014

in the depth of silence
I don't need to know anything.

stillness turns
toward this magnetic center
my ritual
this devotion,
my plumb line
into the darkness.

there is a moment
when the dark celebrates her light
becoming the way
the truth
and the light
 of Being.