the cosmic egg

the cosmic egg

within the twilight tonight,

between the eyelids of dusk

and dawn, comes the equinox:

balance,

in unbalanced times

the rhythm has not changed;

within our shell we have incubated

hope and power

dreams and seeds

since the quickening dark of samhain

it is time to leave our shells;

weave harmony through opposites

urge separation to become unity

to allow the birth of newness

as we each regenerate

as we always have

as we always will