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Festivals in the
Southlands
All of the Festival
times – have both inner and outer
approaches.
Lands of the North
can rejoice – for their seasons, their
in-breath and out-breath,
Are to be seen in
accordance – with nature’s own growing and
wilting.
Lands of the South
can develop – a sense of the life after
dying,
Bountiful
kingdoms of nature – aren’t then as they
were in the body.
Thanks to the
meaning of Christmas! - Rejoice in the
joy of the Northlands.
Carry the inner
cognition – in the soul-life of colour’s
respiring,
Painting the
colours of Mary – imagine the process
of nature.
Then, through the
sacrifice, conscious – new thoughts and
perceptions awaken.
Part One
‘Advent’s bright
yellows of Summer – are sending me out
from the centre,
Yet,’tis the
Festival time - when the blue of the
soul-womb is waxing.
Birth of the
Christ-Child is nigh – and the victory of
true light’s new dawning.
Let me then span the
abyss. – In my striving I seek
contemplation;
Delving deep into the
night – I allow now, while breathing in
colour,
Blue to unfold
concentration. - Peripheral depths open
inward.
Thus, while
maintaining devotion, – a spark shall
arise in the darkness!
Now I return to the
daylight, - and perceive the ripe bushland at
Christmas
More than the
‘physical’ blossom – is visible to my
perception!’
Viewing the
world, with such inner - enhancement may
open the vision.
Seeing with eyes of
the heart – includes all the earth’s
elementals.
Since the first
Easter, the Christ - is abounding in
kingdoms of nature.
He can now permeate
all - the core of our earthly
existence.
So let the folk of
the South - rejoice at the coming of
Christmas.
Gnomes and undines
of the rocks - and the streams, flying sylphs
of the air-ways;
Brave salamanders
now bearing - new seeds, may all help us
awaken!
‘Christmas Bush’ is
conceived - as a world celebration. It
ripens,
‘Forming the
fruit,’. and can also – partake in
thebirth-celebration.
Humans and
elementals - can rejoice in
the Southlands together.
For at the ‘birth-time
of Jesus’; – the ‘seed’ of all
Fests yet to follow,
Started the
process of forming, – redeeming the
Earth’s evolution.
Fruitful the days!
When the children - were born, the sons of two
Marys.
by Katherine Rudolph
(To be continued in the course of the year) | 