09-10-2007, 05:25 PM
The Cycle of the Seasons
Spring: Creation
The sun rises and we suddenly awake. It is a fire. From nightââ¬â¢s illusion something real is cast. From dreams we come to waking life. There is a spark: the now, and form is unveiled anew. It is the cosmic ray.
From the light of the sun each one is illuminated. The fire is in each bud. We grow, and it is the one. It is our individuality. It is you. New spring comes and it is up to each one. Some slacken by the wayside, others take command. It is a matter of strength and faith.
The soul is unknown, and some reach out to touch it. It is our own light. To know, in the springââ¬â¢s fire, is to be sure of oneself, not through wisdom, but through being. The soul is not yet come to comprehension, but we are coming to our heart. The light is sweet. It is form.
Summer: Returning
In the summer we find the worldââ¬â¢s soul. We see the soul in all things. From the magic of fire we come to waterââ¬â¢s law. It is love. It is the law of the light. How is what is like fire become like water? Form comes to its completion. We see that there is one heart, one god. The many are all one. The chaos of the fire is one. Enter the gateway: we are.
It is a gateway of samadhi. Some may enter to the inner chambers of the heart, others are turned away. They do not love. They do not see the one. It is a matter of coming together, and some are left outside without compassion. The rest of us have something. In this there is bliss: we are the beloved.
Fall: Destruction
Our love is so grand it casts doubt upon the world. There was the self, in spring, then there was the self in all things, and now in fall there is no self. This is what we realize in the stone at the center of time.
It is our end. All the leaves fall to the ground, and all the words come to the tome, and in this we have something beyond form. We come to wisdom. All cry for the stone, and in it we are wise.
The black magic of this earth element brings us each to destruction. Death is, as is Satan. We transcend our ego. We cast doubt upon the world of things, and we find the spirit. After all, we created the world as our own artifice. We made it up.
Winter: Lessening
The winter wind conquers all. It is God's. We all come to emptiness. We come to the dust, we come to a snow covered desolation. We realize all things are illusion. From lack of self we see that emptiness in all things. We come to know the dark law of the air.
The void winter sky is a gyre of illusion, a great expanse of dreams. We are set free: each passes into the emptiness. All is not. There is nothing between us and the deity. It is the Goddess, and we come to her in the winter. We are ego, and she cuts it with a knife. It is a final remedy to the self. We are the spirit. We become one with the unborn.
Spring: Creation
The sun rises and we suddenly awake. It is a fire. From nightââ¬â¢s illusion something real is cast. From dreams we come to waking life. There is a spark: the now, and form is unveiled anew. It is the cosmic ray.
From the light of the sun each one is illuminated. The fire is in each bud. We grow, and it is the one. It is our individuality. It is you. New spring comes and it is up to each one. Some slacken by the wayside, others take command. It is a matter of strength and faith.
The soul is unknown, and some reach out to touch it. It is our own light. To know, in the springââ¬â¢s fire, is to be sure of oneself, not through wisdom, but through being. The soul is not yet come to comprehension, but we are coming to our heart. The light is sweet. It is form.
Summer: Returning
In the summer we find the worldââ¬â¢s soul. We see the soul in all things. From the magic of fire we come to waterââ¬â¢s law. It is love. It is the law of the light. How is what is like fire become like water? Form comes to its completion. We see that there is one heart, one god. The many are all one. The chaos of the fire is one. Enter the gateway: we are.
It is a gateway of samadhi. Some may enter to the inner chambers of the heart, others are turned away. They do not love. They do not see the one. It is a matter of coming together, and some are left outside without compassion. The rest of us have something. In this there is bliss: we are the beloved.
Fall: Destruction
Our love is so grand it casts doubt upon the world. There was the self, in spring, then there was the self in all things, and now in fall there is no self. This is what we realize in the stone at the center of time.
It is our end. All the leaves fall to the ground, and all the words come to the tome, and in this we have something beyond form. We come to wisdom. All cry for the stone, and in it we are wise.
The black magic of this earth element brings us each to destruction. Death is, as is Satan. We transcend our ego. We cast doubt upon the world of things, and we find the spirit. After all, we created the world as our own artifice. We made it up.
Winter: Lessening
The winter wind conquers all. It is God's. We all come to emptiness. We come to the dust, we come to a snow covered desolation. We realize all things are illusion. From lack of self we see that emptiness in all things. We come to know the dark law of the air.
The void winter sky is a gyre of illusion, a great expanse of dreams. We are set free: each passes into the emptiness. All is not. There is nothing between us and the deity. It is the Goddess, and we come to her in the winter. We are ego, and she cuts it with a knife. It is a final remedy to the self. We are the spirit. We become one with the unborn.