The weather turns warmer, rushing ever towards its Mother
The gentle stream of late summer is now a torrent, filled and fulfilling; turning, twisting the spring moves on in
the never ending Dance of Life
Rushing toward the Summer’s embrace, My soul, too, is a torrent
Of feelings, awakenings, expectations and desires reaching with growing strength towards the warmth of the sun at its zenith
My body wants to move and sway, but my mind is not sure it wants to DANCE
Young abound in cities and woodlands;
Meadows and marshes are filled with life
On a warm night, under the trees, couples
Gaze at the stars and, if they are lucky,
Hear the celestial music of the spheres
In hollows and hidden places, the faeries emerge from their hiding to dance in the light of the summer moon
Old as time and young forever, these spirits
of freedom know the steps to the Dance of Life
The young King frolics in the forest, growing in strength and wisdom, for this is truly his time
Midsummer, its enchantment reaches for our souls.
Will we as a race again hear its call?
Or will we, as we have for too many years, drown out its message with selfish, disenchanting distractions encroaching ourselves evermore into the realm of enchantment in a vain attempt to analyze, categorize, and claim it as our own.
Foolish, fooling race that we are
We stand at the pinnacle of technological advancements
Ready to step off the edge onto new heights
But our misunderstandings of our own magical selves
Are destined to throw us down unless we can reclaim
That enchantment to which we were born and have a birthright
But which the World Culture has taught us was invalid.
Look to the past, Oh Children of the Garden
Look to the cultures that still honor the senses and earth
Look to the few among us who have learned to live
A truly Enchanted and magic-filled life.
Be not dismayed by my word of "magic", for it is not in the
Worldly sense of tricks and illusions that I use it
But, instead, I use it as I would "mystery" and "wonder".
All the world is magic to a child
And as a child must we again become. All of us.
If we are, once more, and at last, going to regain a
Sense of the enchantment this earth, this life has to offer
And, in doing so, truly be able to dance again
The Midsummer Dance of Life.
Mariposa is a UU Pagan of 8 years duration. She spends much of her time reading, playing Celitc harp, and writing poetry. She calls her method of writing "Muse-inspired", as she writes the poem complete and whole at one sitting with, usually, only very minor changes. Also, if she gets "inspired" she must right down the poem at once or she "loses it". Mariposa currently holds the Office of Spirit for the Church of the Sacred Circle in Salt Lake City, and is also clergyperson of that pagan church. She hopes to get training to become a volunteer for the "No One Dies Alone" hospice program that sits with dying patients when family and friends are not available.