Threshold

 

Threshold

In the north here

the north pole has wobbled as

far away from the sun

 as it can 

    & we stand in a threshold,

a precarious door way,

  a thin pause that creates

 a thin veil between newtonian

  and quantum possibilities.

such as my scottish ancestors

  would recognize

as a

     softness in the air, in the hearth fire,

In the cold night sky where the ancient 

dead and the tree ferries, & spirit animals

 are free to take their original forms. 

   These beings can have sway 

over the living, especially those with

 built up crusty scabs covering their hearts

  hiding compassion & true wisdom.

i say lets invoke some incantations

   and sacred mudras that will

honor forms from the other side

  and send them forth 

to rip off these scabs from these pour

  power hungry demons of our world

&

 as first light arrives they will be  

   horrified by what they have done.

 then they will see a new way forward,

   a way of redemption.

and will halt all wars

     and will strive to feed and shelter 

their enemies

     and a wisdom that has been locked

away in their hearts will lead them to

 become caretakers of mother earth.

   then an even greater awakening

 will occur everywhere at once.

 our souls will fuse with the earth

 and we will strive to rewild the earth 

       and live in harmony with all

things

and peace will arrive

both in the outer

and the inner

and it will be good. 

bd burton- 2023 Winter Solstice