As we approach the Winter Solstice, I'm reminded of the pre-Christian rituals undertaken to coax the sun back into a sky that was dark and cold, and for which intervention a brighter world would return.
Recently, reading Walt Whitman's poem,"I Chant the Square Deific", I was reminded too of the meditative journey towards spiritual equanimity, and the sacrifices specific to the journey. The Self is set aside yet paradoxically it is the Self that is the key to the unfolding centre.
Beyond the myth of heaven, we alone.
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