Inside the Winter Wild
"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)
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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)
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