The spirits
are swirling to mix inside.
They are filling
everyone with the anticipation of what is coming as some try to hide.
No one knows
what will happen next.
No one knows
what this mixture will project.
It is fast
for those full of faith as they shout.
It is slow
as it stirs in those full of doubts.
Everyone
knows that something is coming.
The lights
are bright for those who are anticipating what this mixture is becoming.
The darkness
is causing those in confusion to become physically ill.
All can feel
it as they wake with an ache they long to fulfill.
All can hear
it if they listen to the stillness in the air.
All can
taste it if they touch their tongues to the wind if they dare.
All can
touch it if they close their eyes with attempts to become aware.
All can smell
it when they let the feeling become a thought.
Some will change
everything they have ever been taught.
The spirit
is mixing inside the heart and mind.
The mixture is
bringing all some hope to find.
It is not
for the weak at heart.
It will
crawl into the place where love or fear can start.
Each will
have to make a choice.
Do you decide to cry in fear or do you hold only joy in your voice?
The spirit
is mixing as the Harvest is near.
It mixes
inside where the love and the fear appear.