Within the Cave Something Pulses

<p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Within the Cave Something Pulses </em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>is a collection of chthonic poetry charting a seasonal spelunking of the darkness a wandering in the labyrinth and a tender tending the dreamfires that emerge in the fruitful darkness.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What if we allied ourselves to the energies of the season?</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What if we dove into the silent dark and welcomed the wholeness of who we are?</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What labyrinth wisdoms await?</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What dreams are a fire in the dark?</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What if our shadow was an offering and monsters were actually the secret password?</em></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What emerges in your fruitful darkness?</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The season is turning both outside and within and both personally and collectively. Autumn's march toward the deep dark womb of winter invites an Underworld transformation. A cave comes beckoning. We embrace the dark to find renewal and our own sacred. We go to the cave for the descent into ourselves to rest to greet the wounds and monsters but also uncover the shimmering treasures to bring back as gifts to the world as medicine.</span></p>