Be still and...Flow

Solstice. A point where the Sun seems to stand still. 

The thought of the mighty Sun pausing before its slow Fall into Winter's maw induces reflection.

I too, shine. Yet, what abyss, what blindspot, what shadow lies -- beckons -- before me?

What will I speak into this dark world 

This well,

This womb, 

This wound

hungry for words and secrets as fecund soil is for seeds?