When the nebra sky disk sparkles on the longest night
A window opens, a chance, a glimpse,
perhaps a world with more light.
We look to the pleiades, daughters of atlas,
seven sisters in the night skies
As a four hundred year cycle unfolds before our eyes.
Now the age might be shifting, but the patterns feel the same
So may this cosmic blessing be a catalyst for change.
(a meditation for the great conjunction, detail of a work in progress)












