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As I pushed leek plants into the soil this morning, I saw my dream night in a different way. Each spring the dead earth, the decayed plants and animal carcasses join together, strike up a symphony for life that waits only the warmth of the audience hall and a conductor filled with rain.<\/p>\n
Then, that terrible moment of late fall or early winter when everything becomes dormant, goes chthonic, or dies, gives witness to its eventual purpose. \u00a0 A work of music so vital, so alive that it will fuel a whole growing season, bringing movement after movement after movement until the applause dies down in late October.<\/p>\n
(Persephone_Opens_Likon_Mystikon–a mystic winnowing fan.)<\/p>\n
That icy hand of death in whose grasp I felt my soul earlier can be seen, perhaps ought to be seen, as the hand that turns the compost barrel, keeping the fertile loam of humanity rich and ready for the next season. \u00a0A season in which I can rise again, vital and alive, a movement, another movement, in another season.<\/p>\n
These times between the seasons have abundant mythological content, gathered in by poet harvesters and folklore gleaners, just so we will not forget what is so obvious. \u00a0That death is not an end, not an end no more than birth is a beginning. \u00a0They are, rather, rests in the music of the spheres.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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