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On this one day convergence is the dream.
As though all planes are open to each other.
Sumer and Babylon, Atlantis, Mu, all live.
On this day I indulge a sense of time
and times transcendent. The feeling of
a faith so deep, it surpasses soul and spirit.
Leaps ages, winks through space.

Today all myth is truth, Morgana
is my sister, mother, daughter.
Then such association takes me back
to games we played in fantasy.
I remember the kieve in Thorley,
where the hallowed holy grew,
today I may live there, wreathed in holiness
one with ancient and with ancients
celebration without words.

I think my celebration done too soon.
I must return to the reality of Solstice
in a car upon the road driving modern errands.
Then just ahead, among bare winter trees
at the edge of the river bluff, there rises
a spread of dry and rusty red oak leaves
upon a rounding breeze.
Traveling higher in a helter-skelter
vortex as I watch.
Three crows fly above the leaves, circling,
whether by design or by the wind
I cannot know.
The circle dance before me
and the circle I live in today
become one and I thrill
as though within
the dance of crow and leaf
until it is completed.

January, 2004