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.
Part Four
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
Copyright 2010 Katherine Rudolph Exploring
the Word in Colour and Speech.
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