Burnaby, British Columbia
Winter Solstice
It is winter solstice this very day
Nights now shorten, nature does portray
While days lengthen through months May
And June and weeks pass away
It’s an annual turning point
A seasonal juncture, a seasonal joint
A slot in time set not to disappoint
Rather an insertion to bless, to anoint
It’s merely a half year’s completion
Yet some curse this very harsh season
Could it be nature’s way of treason?
Why the harsh cold? Is there a reason?
As the North pole tilts away from the sun
We can learn to accept duality as one
Cold, hot, glad, sad, all extremes on the run
Can trigger tolerance, even make it fun
-Composed by Bhaktimarga Swama, The Walking Monk©
May the Source be with you!
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