~ š Chills Imbolc > ™
wrapped in a white shroud frosted
Earth seems inert cooped
In the alcove of an eternal night.
surly Winter has come very frail.
... There Yet under her silk blouse,
A mild febrile rumor awakens.
A fire energy Grand Aloi
Traverses the beautiful chrysalis to sleep.
This delicate and quiet verbiage chills
Demonstrates the silent metamorphosis
Who transcends the heart even the cocoon:
Sweet sweet promise of a revelation ...
In the sly, the light is spreading!
Gradually the earth drink of Fire
Who crosses the still moving
From his drum carmine blessed.
Imbolc Now is crowned with flowers,
For pristine petals of sweetness ...
Open your heart to this sacred moment,
Get the oath of fragrant happiness ...
Hélégia 02/02/2008
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