by Rod Hemsell
The solstice moon has risen
bright and alone, standing still,
where everything is moving
and truth and illusion are one.
This “time” is no longer mine
nor yours nor anyone’s but the One’s.
That’s just the way it is, standing here
within the trance of silence, alone.
But everything moves on
and from this stillness everything becomes
what clarity within it can see,
whatever its power and joy can be.