Another full moon and an autumn equinox
now past,
how do you mark the passage?
For there is no time, only space
and rhythm and motion,
repetition and sunchronicity,
playing itself out
over and over again.
How do you find the meaning?
For there is only space,
no time.
And the river flows down,
carrying us on,
where we will end up only God knows.
Meanwhile, Goddess whispers in our ears
sweet tunes and timeless lyrics
of a LOVE
that has no beginning and no end.
Only this.
Day after day,
moment by moment,
fall, winter, spring, summer,
the seasons change,
our bodies wither,
the Earth sags, the sun splinters,
our wooden ways softened,
as a true power is reclaimed.
Still, it all moves on, rushing forward,
expanding outward, bending and rounding,
until it all just meets itself again.
Consciousness staring you right back in the face.
There is no time.
Only space.
