Solstice Song

Midnight, the darkest day
all is in circles with the sacred
in and through the body
nature’s ratio
held in universal alignment

Mara, a voice in the storm
howls a lonely cry
in the fruitful darkness
a fractured kaleidoscope of
the old story, becoming—grow!

Dawn, here comes the sun!
I take sunna in my mouth
singing the sound of silence
in perfect harmony

Now, we are lovers of light
weavers of golden bamboo
living our joy in the world
minstrels of lux arumque

We are one

12/21/25

Dance Poetry