I’ll rig the stones
in a crown to cap this Cumbrian hillside:
ley-lined, aligned by fate, and time, and season
and in the centre, stilled, serene, I’ll stay.
The sky above me spins,
and clouds roll by in billows, I
see down the wormhole
to the dawn of time
It is the equal to the end of time
there is no difference:
time’s the illusion and it seems
we’ve lost our way
Sunlight, and beauty of the hills
we should step back onto this path
It leads back to the centre, back to
the beginning and the end
and back to love,
where we walk, hand in hand.
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I visited Castlerigg Stone Circle for the first time in years, yesterday. It was here I witnessed the total solar eclipse in 1999. Here are some more images (I couldn’t photograph the whole circle without including some tourist collateral…)
Sharing with earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #120.