{"id":21,"date":"2006-04-20T12:42:40","date_gmt":"2006-04-20T12:42:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/?p=21"},"modified":"2006-04-20T12:42:40","modified_gmt":"2006-04-20T12:42:40","slug":"equinox","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/?p=21","title":{"rendered":"Equinox"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"2\" color=\"#000000\">            As humans waken, so: <br \/>           one sound penetrates and then<br \/>           another and then<br \/>           a ray of light creeps in to fire the optic nerve to day <br \/>           and with it temptations dark lure beckoning, <br \/>           to turn again to history&#39;s sleep <br \/>           and our collective dreamtime&#39;s jumbled myriad myths <br \/>           that once we lived in harmony with all <br \/>           or ruled this creation unopposed! <br \/>           Or stood alone so wise, so proud, so grand,<br \/>so beloved of Heaven.<br \/>           Here at last, at equinox,<br \/>           the truth seeps in like light! like sound! <br \/>           We cannot turn to sleep. <br \/>           We stand upon the shoulders and the branches and the cells <br \/>           of the living, and the dead, <br \/>of striving unnamed billion billion creatures, <br \/>           four million years to find a voice to shape the words <br \/>           and minds to shape the waking dream. <\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"2\" color=\"#000000\">Which            equinox is this? <br \/>           The balance wobbles. (Oh! I pray it&#39;s spring.) <br \/>           Will it make a difference if the dreamers know they dream? <br \/>           This living fabric so painfully hard won <br \/>           from stone and time and entropy, <br \/>           this living fabric struggling towards voice <br \/>           wears thin beneath <br \/>           the very numbers of our feet <br \/>           and surging waters of our flesh. <br \/>           The shoulders that we stand on fail, and failing, fall. <br \/>           And the voices sound around us: <br \/>           We all must rise together or none shall rise at all. <\/font><\/p>\n<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"1\" color=\"#000000\"><strong>Copyright            &copy;1992 Munro Sickafoose<\/strong><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"2\"><font color=\"#000000\">Poised            between the fires red of winter hearths           <\/font><\/font><font face=\"Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif\" size=\"2\" color=\"#000000\"><br \/> and            the sweet cold pools of summer, <br \/>           this equinox, this pivot point, <br \/>           on which these seasons turn, <br \/>           we stand. <br \/>Balanced here <br \/>           upon the humus of a billion years, <br \/>           the skeletons of diatoms and one celled shells <br \/>           becoming (Oh! Becoming!) <br \/>           many celled becoming trees reptiles mammals birds <br \/>           these sturdy helices of fecund green and bloody red<br \/>           that coil and uncoil across these millioned years <br \/>           of endless cycling exhultations of oxygen and carbon, <br \/>           sun-driven towards awareness and complexity, <br \/>           unwilling and unknowing, we stand. <br \/>           Here at this equinox, awakening.<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-kami-kami","no-post-thumbnail"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=21"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp.coyotemadonna.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}