SOLSTICIALS

… behind the rumble of an echo of light, love whispers and heals, sings and cleanses,
spreading its green seed, its green flame, through the rice fields,
and, oh, the heart sees and hears it,
because through the meadows, next to huge orbs of corn and apple trees,
a sublime chorus of Devas and Goblins, of Elves and Ondines, of Fairies, of Gnomes, arises and shines…
ah the builders of the world, ah, ah the quantum workers of Christ,
discurring and healing together with the Invisible Helpers through the 12 Holy Days;
... from the rocks, from living springs, like torrents or burning streams,
liquid light vibrates and jumps, flows and sparkles before the eyes, lighting the grill or entourage of the world,
to sweetly, and, little by little,
among hosannas, jubilations and antiphons, the beloved fire ceases and goes out;
… oh, then, the solstices, beating between the lights of June and the splendor of December,
oh, those festivals of spiritual light under such Holy Days,
and oh, oh William Shakespeare inspired and transcended by “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,”
under those biblical nights, subtle and etheric of the soul and body-soul,
magical and transparent, comforting and exquisite, deep and exultant, I say:
full, intimate, divine.
Antonio Justel Rodriguez
http://www.oriondepanthoseas
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