It’s 4 pm and golden sunlight filters into the room,
bathing us divers in beauty.
The sun’s very disappearance creates a light
unmatched by the day’s dial.
As I drink in sparkling rays,
I ask myself if I would be so bold
as to willingly disappear every evening.
Would I rise up in the morning clear and totipotent,
freed from the sticky self of yesterday?
There’s no standing still in the cycle of nature,
even when we refuse our own growth.
Fold and unfold, gather and sow.
Never stop dancing and you’re on the way.
Your birth on the pilgrim’s journey.
Our eyes shining like suns we greet each other in circle.
The portals are forever there,
offering resistance to invite our push.
Gather in – and the future can unfold.
We stand on generations, all woven into nature.
Will you step where you were meant to be,
where you can be seen,
so the world can go on,
more full, with you so clear?