Stirred by inner fire
dark does not frighten,
nor gray light of winter.
Carry me down
to the deepest root,
upend every truth.
Flood of spirit
scour my heart.
I’m not too old to live.
photo by J. Kavanagh
Reading of “Solstice” with music intro by Chris Stapleton
Blessed solstice to you, Brother!
I love that we’ve had time to learn the rhythm of our planet, and all the lessons the solstices and equinoxes bring. Riding those pulsations, I know I’m not too old to live! I’m fully with you in that, one day at a time.
Don, that’s our man, upending every truth and then some. Merry Christmas, wild man.
Let there be Light!
Strong, deep, even fierce—flood of spirit in your words. Perfect photograph. Thank you, Don.
Yes Indeed, Fearless Don! The downward, soul-stirring carriage to my/our deepest roots simultaneously uplifts me/us to those utmost heights of Spirit which sustain the inner fires of time-free Youth. Hence, like You, I presently (quite pleasantly) remain ‘Fit to be Live’!
Don — “We’re not too old to live!” Let’s all stay vertical & vibrant for as long as we can. Thank you for your “pep talk” poem.
Perfectly expressed
There seems to remain a multiplicity of areas to delve into and revelations remaining for us….. no matter how many years we have accrued.
A quiet vow spoken straight into the dark, Solstice burns with the clarity of a life still choosing itself.
Don, you remind us that true poetry doesn’t fear winter—it turns and lives.