New Year Celebration

Another year, another tempest; Another echo of my spiritual song.

In each, I mourn what could have been. In each, I find more than I bargained for.

As I speak, beliefs surround me that no longer give life to my aching heart.

And yet, a seed remains.

A seed that possesses next year’s pursuits and prospects; A devilish counterpart to my egoic expectations.

And so I continue down the winding path, edging closer to a new year, edging closer to another tale of turbulent treasures.

In the presence of this peculiar prospect, I leap head-first into the belly of the beast ready to transform murky means into mighty mountains.

To my future self, I promise to relinquish this year’s distortions, I promise to surrender to heart-crafted harmonics.

In my own way, I dance with the natural cycles, I find my position within an organic order, I play with the fruits that life provides.

And to this end, I work with wintery wisdom, so the seasonal womb can deliver me into next year’s vision.

God willing, I will relive this moment next year with fear all but disappeared and a Spirit that is singing.

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