Season of Dark

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This season of dark nourishes me.
Creativity germinates beneath rotting leaves
Poems sprout in frosty soil
Inner journeys unfold.
Driven within
By chilly nights
I seek the inner spark.

In this time of waiting
Birth of Divine child
I nourish Him, the Prince of Peace
With heart's warm blood.

Honour the dark
For it is only in the  darkness
That the candle shines.









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This page contains a single entry by Alakananda Ma published on December 10, 2010 6:24 PM.

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