Wednesday, November 30, 2016
The Concentric Dancing of the Suns
For so long I did not understand,
The concentric dancing of the suns,
Casting spears of light into the heavens,
In revolutions of darkness and of light,
Apprehension out of darkness comes,
Every darkness bares its apprehension.
From the eternal round of night and day,
Sounds the archaic song of love and hate.
From the first springing of the sapling,
From every refrain springs every refrain.
From each chrysalis springs a metamorphosis
From every breeze the current of our fate.
Fear is the daughter of a misconception,
The dancing of suns sparks new creation.
Our mortal time passes into timelessness
From the mud we pass into pure light
Out of what region rides our delusions,
From the lower order forged of strife
And if looking upwards we see only night
We may still hear the ode of the divine.
Copyright 2016 Brent Hightower
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