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Inside the Winter Wild

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"Inside the Winter Wild" Inside the Wild, Winter races towards Time like a runnaway train it’s shadowy and dark, yet, inside Winter, the wild keeps without fail its burning light, a passion play for everything and all, along the way discovered in the long dark unquiet silent night, the will to exist remains scarlet red the heart ignites, the mind canters forward kissing into the phoenix blaze tongues of ultra violet and imperial blue warm the naked soul where Destiny's lips once locked are licked open, uttering prayers small and large those winding incantations exchanging refined gifts to speak mysteriously of silver threads like chords that never age ‘tis an incredible feit to tame a raging wildfire flaming the forest inside, and survive Spring and Summer remain contained aglow inside the bounds of its territory a body of bones runs like a machine with or without warning the seasons stop like an antique clock like a glass slipper miraculously cast aside the magic appears left behind, dropped but the shadow, captures a miracle in an envelope mailed in a vessel built to fall and rise the present within unwrapped, never ever stopped in its tracks the higher self a phenomenon cloaked in robes of Crimson becomes a fresh green enchantment dancing without harness and yuletide bells the soul of the thing holds the ego's reigns not the machine whispering the runnaway always back in held at safe arms length the lesson like the reigns, is mastered never taut, the strings still cut sharp, like symphonic violins, and inside, the phantom's drum continues to beat loud another type of heart poetically unleashed upon totally breaking apart eventually freedom let loose upon the Winter, wild, riding bareback to some kind of heaven far away from Spring, Summer and Autumn, in the Wintry cold life stings and it is keenly felt the unmastered mastered, upon being truly broken, becomes driven magic and miracles entwined in belief of the supernatural within becomes without so below as above resounds a blazing wreath borne from inside the Winter Wild to be worn as a heart kept close inside the Winter Wild, a Crown (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) gvlm-llb llb-klb-mlb at Christmas, 2023 “This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.” (D.H. Lawrence) “In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.” (Khalil Gibran) "We bury our seeds and wait, Winter blocks the road, Flowers are taken prisoner underground, But then green justice tenders a spear." (Rumi) fate feit (forfeit)