Unseen Untruths

November is such a cyclic wonderment. When the rich, dark Earth prepares for a time of gestation. Seeds in such darkness, quietness & isolation prepared for all yet to become. A doorway to such a natural sacred sanctorum, beyond the doorway lies the deep caverns of our Earth  - a Mother's womb - a creative abyss from which grows all that is intuitive , contemplative & nourishing.  The ritual fires & bonfires which cathartically  seem to burn away all images of the passing old year.
Always my body, mind & Souls' so intricately entwined with Mother Natures seasons & celebrations. There's something quite necessary about outer external darkness needing such time for still, peaceful, quiet, dark nourishment within.  As the glorious sunlight of Summer fades to distant shores, Winter is a time for internal light to bring warmth & illumination. Time for reflection, rejuvenation & restoration.
We merge into the natural comfort phase, when each of use come to realise  the process of changes, each knowing beginnings, each knowing endings - with every turn of the yearly cyclic wheel brings birth and death.
Every breath we take a reminder of such blessed newness in every moment.
During November, when the seeds within the Earth lay dormant - alone - awaiting - I acknowledge and cherish that we too must use this time for nourishing within. I understand the deep strength of purpose, the seed knows not of loneliness but of faith. Being alone is quite different - when we retreat to our time of great internal nourishment, to our inner sacred temple - to find light & warmth - as our inner wellness bubbles over and the more we share in light & love the more we have.
From You I receive, to You I give Together we share - from this we live. As the leaves fall, surrendering their life to the Earth - I too move my attentions from my outward stance to my inner Buddha nature. In this Season of stillness enter the sacred temple of inner knowing. Prepare for Winters initiation  to cleanse my heart & mind, strip away all that stands between me & the source of all. To slow life's pace and just be the harmony to Novembers song ... a melody played throughout our hearts.

As we become the song.  Time to sit and stare at burning logs, raindrops on a leaf, frosts upon the lawns. In all things we find our own image of time & timelessness. In the flickering flames deep primal inner voices whisper the Nature's nourishing songs within.