At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about the Solstice – down here being the winter solstice.
“People don’t notice whether it’s winter or summer when they’re happy.” Anton Chekhov
Solsticity The illusion of time is etched as chronicles under twelve beautiful pictures, and there is a still-point right in a determined middle. I looked at this point today, of all days, knowing that this is the turning of perpetual rhythm. This is life, a moving in and a moving out, a drawing close and a moving away, a finely reciprocated ritual mirrored exactly as if dancing inward and outward movements. As I reflected on this it appeared in my mind as upward and downward movement, as if ascending and descending stairs, a close representation of Escher's fine works. I saw the beauty of this rhythm, a meeting of joy and grief, laughter and tears, all things continually ascending and descending in this perpetual dance. And it all hinges on the short middle for a brief moment, passing quickly from descent to expansion once again. I named this rhythm solsticity, an uplift, a rejoicing as life bursts forth from the fount of nature, mirrored in the very heart of my soul, and seen in the fire of my eyes. the quiet darkness nothing moves in this middle a solstice blossoms Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®