It is the Sun's longest day today!
This celebration of the Sun and Nature's romance culminates in the cycle's great orgasm. After tonight the God will go into the Grain....This means our holy firey sun will be shorter every day until the Winter Solstice. He has impregnated the Earth with his life giving seed and he manifests in the golden fields of wheat and all other summer crops. She will carry him in her womb until he is born again on the 21st of December.

Painting from Steven Kenny

Here are three pages from my book Divining the Dream, celebrating the Sun's Solstice:

painting left: Robert Venosa, right: De Es

Summer solstice

In fullness
Maturity
Grandeur,
He shines on this day of ampleur
The day has never been so long
The solar heart is bright and strong

Burn, cook,consume, mystify
reveal, enlighten,purify
In this game
of wax and wane
my Father dances
and romances
my Mother in Her Maiden state.

Her perfume entices
Cinnamon and spices
Night jasmine and roses red as blood
Promising Love in every bud
Rivers enrobe Her as Her gown
12 stars encircle as Her crown

Songs from fields of crickets
Are heard in all the thickets
Declaring far and wide
The Sun has wed his bride

Into the grain He goes
Her womb is full with seed
Into the grain he goes
for that is what he needs
In order to maintain Life
He must move through his Wife

His fire captures
Her bliss enraptures
This is their day of Love
As below, so above
As outside, So inside
Our hearts rejoice far and wide
For This revelation
Of Love's celebration.

Liba WS

Painting: Wessi

(Summer Solstice/Litha poem)
St. JOHN’S EVE in the tropic of cancer

WILD PAN THE BAPTIST
WITH WORT & RUE IN HIS POCKETS,
DREADED FORERUNNER
ANOINTING THE MISTLETOE
IN THE OAKGROVE…

HORNS OF LIGHT
DANCING IN FAERY RING CIRCLES…

TEST YOUR STRENGTH
IN THE CENTER OF THE STANDING STONES
ROLL THE BLAZING SUN WHEEL
& REKINDLE THE HOME FIRES
FROM THE BRAND OF MIDSUMMERS FLAME
LEAPING AS HIGH AS THE FLAX FIELDS…

THE GOD HAS GONE INTO THE GRAIN
THE SUN IS ON THE WATER
THE EDGE OF THE RIOTING ROSE
BEGINS TO MELT
Its SCENT IS HEAVY ON THE HEAT

STEALING THE BREATH
FROM THE HOT MOUTH OF GOD…

HER INFERRED RUBY STEAMS
THE MAGNETIC STAINS OF LIGHT
TO GUIDE THE SUMMER-TIDE SOUL
INTO THE LABYRINTH
WHERE THE OAK KING CRESTS
& GIVES WAY
TO THE DARK HOLLY TWIN…

THE HISSING SERPENT
A ROUND WRITHING EGG
CHRISTENS THE HONEY MOON WITH MEAD…

AWAKEN THE GATE
MEDITATE THE LAUREL GRAIL
& ST.JOHN’S SPEAR
UNDER CANOPUS SQUARED
A PACKSADDLE BEAM
CAPPING AN ARCH
AS ARGO SAILS THE DIPPER FLOCK
FROM THE TOP OF SEVERITY
TO THE MOUNT OF THE MANGER...

PIN A TALE ON THE DONKEY
PUT A FENCE AROUND THE GOAT….

-----Hazel Archer Ginsberg

Painting left: Madeline Von Foerster, right: Lucas Kandl

The Lord of Life

They took me to a chapel bare
With simple cross and preacher’s desk.
They taught me from a Holy Book
And I saw Him – dim.

They took me to a golden church
With statues gilt and coloured lights.
I saw Him at the Altar there
Half hid in smoke.

I wandered in the wild wood
Where deer and badger live
I watched the laughing crystal brook
And walked with God.

Dickon Durand

Wheel of Re-Creation - Liba WS

To see more about Divining the Dream:
http://www.dreamsanddivinities.com/the-book/