Seasons of the Soul

Nature, the fount of life, has its seasons,

winter, spring, summer, autumn ...

So it is with the seasons of the soul,

once the decay nourishing the seed,

now asleep, now awakening,

now blossoming, now bearing fruit,

all appearing in their allotted time.

Oneness holds them all equally,

these dreamtime apparitions,

these cycles of life and death,

the sun-kissed leaf, the frostbit flower,

the delighted child, the grief-stricken heart,

the praying mantis devouring her mate,

should one ever dare to aver

any One would be without its Love.

Thus, being ourselves this essence,

even deep in the hollow of darkest night,

as Ilithyia, one births the newborn dawn.