After a winter meditation, this poem wrote itself during the free-writing session that followed.
Snow is the perfect stillness of water.
Dance, settle, surrender, flow, expand.
Dance with the turbulence,
Blowing round the birth of the storm.
Settle gently as the air becomes too heavy to resist.
Surrender to the stillness, the darkness, the silence of
Solitude surrounded in a blanket of Others
Quiet in their own depth.
For in time, you will melt, and then
Into Earth herself, among Rumi’s riotous roots,
Transforming, manifesting, connecting.
At Ostara's rejoice, you will rise into the Golden Mist and
Expand into your Infinite, Divine purpose.
© Stephanie L Soder, 2019