Winter Solstice Labyrinth


On the darkest night in the domain of shadows
A vigil of light nestled in a snow-filled clearing
Beacons of flame light the way
Radiant flowers peeking above the snow
They delve into white hollows, eventually snuffed out by ambition
A mass ritual of crunching of feet-a purposeful wandering
Searching for solitude among the horde
Plumes of breath rise as prayers
Cracking flames, crunching feet
Swishing snow pants, gentle laughter
All break the sacred silence
The Holy in the mundane
Stars dot the black canvas sky
Dry, brisk air kisses faces
Feet stumble blindly along the path
Crumbs of fire leap from the blaze marking the entrance
Dots of flame trace a fluid, swirling path
Traveled in tears, anxiety, impatience, or calm
The central flame draws us in like moths
Hands join--a pinwheel of community around the blaze
Deep peace
Ethereal majesty spreading across the sky above
Fragile community forming in the hearts below
Confident flames burning without thought to their lifespan
Deep peace in the domain of shadows
On the darkest night

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