Solstice

Look: for a minute
the light takes over dark
as the great wheel turns.
Then, in the next span of now,
the shadow always grows back.

There must be balance
in our illusion of two –
no up without down,
until we are reconciled
beyond the borders of form.

21 JUN 2024

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