(entry) The Karmic Native Mortality Wheel
Life, like a blazing fire is flung
against the cold silver-white screen of the winter:
Symbolizing our human defiance
of one of nature's cruelest recurring moments.
The circle of life to death, to life to death,
over and over again,
each passing season,
each passing year infused with pain.
The passing life-spirits of those we know and love
reflected and analogized in the changes of the seasons...
The birth is dawn, or springtime;
growth, the morning summer;
'autumn years' as the time when we most reflect our greatest fertility
of thought, words, actions and life... the harvesting season of life;
until we find ourself among our 'twilight years,'
moving into the chill winter night:
Our lives past their prime, thoughts closing in steadily, darkening,
awaiting the time when the sap withdraws from our limbs,
and we will shed our leaves, stripped bare of our finery,
standing cold and bare until our mortality decays beyond saving and fall,
whether with a mighty crash or subdued quiet shudder,
to return to the earth once more, returning to Earth Mother,
from which the Creator called us forth.
This is the way of life, and the way of death...
This is the circle of meaning between the worlds that defines all life.
Last edited by Wolfwalker
on 11 Jan 2005, 14:37, edited 1 time in total.
Love people and use things, NOT use people and love things...