Short days and dream holding of deep winter (25 Dec - 24 Jan)

 

I wanted to sell my clothes for the habit noir and the plait of horse hair

 

A vision: the giant floating cartwheel crashed down from the sky and Iwas at the threshold

 

Three bottles of pomegranate scented water oil. I give one to the woman as I put 2 in my bag.

 

Find a pen and then a large jug of water to pour over the feet of the sick in the glass room

 

There’s a port with wooden planks and old wooden buildings, here at the customs house of the North.

 

I know i’ll be tracked in the reeds of the river Niers, but sometimesI feel hot in the rainy underground Grottos of limestone

 

I’m trying to keep everyone happy while I’m gazing up at the cloud formations over the fjords

 

Then the priest stumbles at the altar and the pilgrims buy silverFrankincense and the fumoir, overseen by the Virgin, the Grand Moutier

 

The river is flowing gently between daughter and mother, for now

 

Overseen by the Abbess who lights the tapestry of the rooster to quench the water source of three, the hearth by five, and the salterby two.

 

I cry with the overwhelming sensation

 

In eternal rest for all the world to see

 

---------------------Droning