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The Norns turn around the spindle, completing the turn or turning it once more,
we, glowing as little sparks over a mantle of caramel golden rays
during the twilight that could also be the dawn in other skies already cleared up.
Translucent the meaning, the sweeten wings wake up over the oak and as the oak,
until sickle, sceptre, sword, walking stick or rod dance on us for they are one and the same for magic and ray,
while the depths soften the scents chanting the tunes of embedded arcanes.
Sensibilities stop the ears, feelings sharpen the sight and emotions gallop,
no boundary is left without bristling the enigma on us and melting the syrup of the unknown.
The century scapes through the quantum gates. Time explodes. Mystery has awakened.
Sparks out of control chase him, down and up the ray, arousing the golden dust,
which dazzles but is not enough, captivates but does not fill up, shines but also darkens.
They move between worlds, mutate shapes and transmute colours. Nothing. Mystery shakes.
And he shakes them, make them shiver, vibrates on them. But the ‘deafness of the soul’ wins. That spell was not written.
Through this ‘dressmaking’ the catwalk did not pass by. Mystery, tailor and carrier do not look at each other.
Powerful charm, bastes times and embroiders invisible figures. Mystery lingers on.
The cauldron savours its potions, but does not realize of its curves and mystery engendered.
And nonetheless, it would not be curves nor potions or cauldron if mystery it was not. Mysterious destiny.
And the spark, would not be such if its light was swallowed to look at itself. Vital. Mystery smiles.
Dwelling on the mere center; so close it hies, so deep it becomes distant.
Unseen for it’s carried along, dressed upon, it’s about being the mystery. For you do not know it nor know yourself.
Sweeten wings, embedded arcanes and flavours of the deep wake up. The mystery manifests itself.
For the ages moved away and this turn is not just another one; brings mystery awaken and wakes up on us the mystery.
For the wheel comes rolling and mounted the mystery; impetus perforating what is normal and forbidden.
For whether it comes or goes, mysteries will pass by and they will precede the pulpits or quiet them down.
When the unicorn appears to you, do not scare him away with the banality of fantasy,
nor lock him up or wish to cut his horn for twisted purposes.
Instead, may you know the serenity and celerity of his mystery.
When the mermaid tucks in your history, do not damage her with the inquisitor disdain,
nor convert her into a monster and less so the terrible seducer; may you swim in her chant,
may you recognize yourself in her, for we all are water and from water we come.
When the winged horse flies through your skies, may you not try to domesticate nor eat him,
or cut his wings: you already have yours. Neither confuse him with modern weaponry.
May you distinguish him under the moonlight and hear his invitation to fly the forgotten kingdoms.
When the dragon brings your wishes, may you not stab him with the ingratitude of legend,
nor the ferocity of devastation and less so the snake slanders.
May the warmth of your breath remind you of the mystery of fire blowing on us.
In this wheel and coming ones, your roads will be crossed by them or one of the other thousands of thousands of thousands,
satyrs, nymphs, centaurs, gryphons, feline serpents, giants, small people, thousands of thousands of thousands.
May we have the privilege to witness how the mystery detaches from mythology and returns to be life.
And, if in the count of days, there are nights waiting for their dawn,
or ages giving birth without gestation, besides ‘humanities’ fractalizing themselves,
may we remember mystery smiled and may we live it with or without theory.
May we be the mystery we already are.
May the solstice lend us its mystery.
May the mystery caress us springs.
And may it smile on us, return our wings and take us afar!
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[colored_box title=”*New Solar Phase” variation=”mauve” bgColor=”#0d0d0d” textColor=”#778899″]Date: 21 Junio 10: 51 TU (Source)
Duration: 21 June to 6 August 2014
Solar Phase: Southern Hemimsphere Rebirth , Winter Solstice | Northern Hemisphere Reproductionción, Summer Solstice[/colored_box]
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