Walking between worlds ...

… a poem at Christmas …

Treasure Islands

Somewhere, someone is praying for things
most of us take for granted: people
and things in our lives that bring
happiness, joy, freedom and peace.

We here in the Northern Hemisphere are celebrating
the return of longer daylight after the long stillness
and renewal gifted to us by the darkness. How often
we forget, while Creation's Watercourse moves in silence

and shadow to impregnate our future, it is
simultaneously forging ahead in the bright light
and songs of the present in our brothers and sisters
Southern Hemispheric neighborhoods.

For millennia, this time of year has been sacred
to human beings. Some of us believe with the ancients
that a window opens between the Solstice and New Year worlds.
This was and remains a time when people create magic

while walking between those worlds with poems
and songs about belief. What if, what if what we had
right now was enough? An ancient Tibetan proverb answers:
“Being satisfied is like having a treasure in the palm of your hand.”

– JB 12.25.2021