dr_con Posted December 25, 2011 Share Posted December 25, 2011 Christmas Eve Always threshold night warmth enveloping beneath a dead sun the promise of rebirth no wonder the self sacrificing hypnosis a miracle child whose grace is to suffer born beneath a star exploding backwards away from the knowable back into mystery My grandfather wrapped in his pine and wax scented room well chosen boughs burdened with candle holders spare flickers of promise against an unending dark and dandelion wine his alchemical brew preserving mid-summer tears and presents exchanged the presence his deceased wife my favorite grandmother Continuation a passing of gifts between generations simple truth unending impermanence Solstice's One True King who wears a cloak called by some-- Life Everlasting a poor name for this holy tradition remembered celebrations sadness and hope before the bitter beautiful imp- possibility of just being here. Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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