Sagas of Midwinter Solstice Darkest nights, longest nights, freezing and crystal clear;  Caressing stars on the sky canvas shimmering  Ancient, eternal, immortal, mysterious  Sagas of Midwinter Solstice they’re whispering.  Hail to Thee, Thou, the Three-Hypostatic One!  Blessing our Mother Earth with sunshine welcoming!  Cast away darkness that covers our sacred paths,  Fill our souls with Thy love, bright and radiant How can we sleep in the midst of this magic time?  What can we do as the circle of life goes on?  Best thing is saying sweet words to the nearest ones,  Sending warm thoughts to those who are far away  Let us rejoice in a fiery circle dance  Casting night spirits away with the ringing bells  Dead of the night will deliver the Newborn Sun  With blushing lanites that melt away ice and snow Hail to Thee, Thou! The Three-Hypostatic One!  Blessing our Mother Earth with Thy light welcoming!  Cast away darkness that covers our sacred paths,  Fill our souls with Thy love, bright and radiant

go away Rising in the spirit of fumes Ghosts of the dead swamps The dark sun is rising shrouded Gray ash mist Rhizomes entangled Dampness of the earth sprouting grass Or stormy merging flow Frozen statues In the arms of stone ores Glare of dark water What feeds the streams Played in the rays spun In a seductive dance What steals your eye Along with the leaves Sun and the smell of warm nights Into the abyss of whirlpools And in the cracks of the crust The earth breathed Giving your steam Stone, tree, sky-alive Kiss of Nature.