Festivals in the Southlands Part 4
FESTIVALS IN THE SOUTHLANDS MICHAELMAS
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 for Zodiacal travel.
Seeing the Earth as a wholeness – in the intricate weavings of Nature.
Striving for deep understandings– of simultaneous giving.
How all the Archangelic – transference of ‘golden vessels’:
Nourishment, Healing, and Power- of thought, and Movement are working
Wholly in heavenly union, – and earthly manifestations.
Die and become in the service – of giving oneself for the other.
Impulses can then arise, – which are born of community striving.
Here we’re confronted by seedlings, – while the North is collecting the harvest.
Youthful emergence of thought – with enthusiastic responses
Helps us to have the courage – to set our ideas to drama.
Carry the new deeds to offer – them up for the greater fulfilment;
Widen the viewpoint in painting – from Cosmos to earthly progression;
All of our small contributions – mount up to an effort together,
Losing our fears in the process – of beginning to trust one another.
Now while the forces of dying – are felt in the northern Autumn,
We in the South can witness – the promise of Springtime’s first blossoms.
And in the Michaelmas time – lives the seeking for selfless endeavour,
Summoned to represent – Christ’s service to all of the humans.
Much fallow land can be nourished – renewing the soil for the planting,
Using the Biodynamics – to bring a rebirth to the earthlands,
Knowing travail in the act – of one, amidst all who are striving,
Flowing together in deed – while the rain washes over the paddocks.
That is the soil’s resurrection, – with thanks to occult preparations.
Christ is alive in the ethers, and seeds give their lives for the growing.
We in the South have a mission – in the course of the changing seasons.
Knowing the essence of absence, – we acknowledge the polarpresence.
Budding, the Rose, is now yearning, – to bloom in the dawn of full flower!
– Katherine Rudolph