This is the time of the rose, blossom and thorn, fragrance and blood.
Now on this longest day, light triumphs, and yet begins the decline into the dark.
The Sun King grown embraces the Queen of Summer in the love that is death because it is so complete that all dissolves into the single song of ecstasy that moves the worlds. So the Lord of Light dies to Himself, and sets sail across the dark seas of time, searching for the isle of light that is rebirth.
We turn the Wheel and share his fate, for we have planted the seeds of our own changes and to grow we must accept even the passing of the sun.
(Starhawk)
Time stops.
It may seem temporary.
It may seem eternal.
No longer running.
Gives away the light.
Gives way to the darkness.
No longer running.
Father Sun shines in all its splendour.
Sister Moon embraces his beloved.
Brother Sky holds the space.
Mother Earth opens to what may be.
All that is, ceases to be, becomes eternal.
All that is not, materialises, becomes temporary.
All this is and that is not, burns with the fire.
Elevates with the flames to the skies.
Impregnates with the water to the earth.
To give us an end and a beginning.
Reminding us that we are one.
We receive the gift of death and life.
For all that is born alive is dying.
And all that is dying shall be born again.
Nothing is permanent and all is eternal.
We are all one.
Yo lo Creo/
I believe so, and so it is
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