The Wheel of the Year
told in a way
the profane can hear.
Many
deeply spritual people
believe that the sun up there
is where your living soul
resides within the Unity,
and that you down here
distantly incarnate burn too
as its KINGLY presence
on the material planes.
You are Purple
in cosmic royalty,
you just don't know it.
So have a Ball today!
Fetch a froggie prince.
Glass ladyshoe.
Not dark or light longer shorter.
Much more subtle to the Tree,
the SUN STOPS MOVING TODAY.
The Latin 'sistere' in sol,
or soul if you Will.
The Old King done.
And after hanging,
then IT MOVES THE OTHER WAY.
Or better put,
YOU the new king born.
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