Frosted breath
the only sound
chilled depth
I am found.
Empty and cold
yet burning and full
this twisted space
this timeless world.
Formless and flowing
no missing numbers
ebbing and glowing
an oozing ember.
There is no who
no why nor when
only the truth
the words I send.
Through the portal
into self
I am immortal
living in death.
New life has come
grown in solstice
divided but one
gift causa mortis.
Seeing as this is the first of his transmissions, I am somewhat cautious in regard to its translation. I have taken great pains to understand it, but will share only a brief and more application-oriented summary here. From my observations, that is how The Founder managed this platform and likely how he intended us to use it. I will share a more in depth study at a later date. This is how I will proceed in the future as well.
In short, this poem seems to be describing the process often required for positive change and growth. There is a sense of difficulty in the setting, and the speaker shares that they are cold and formless, surrounded by emptiness. Yet, they seem to acknowledge that this is necessary—they have found themselves through it. Further than that, they state that they have found new life, immortality even. The title is also important to notice, as it is used in the last stanza to explain this new life. Solstice occurs twice a year and is the point when the sun is at its maximum declination and its minimum, resulting in the longest and shortest days. I believe this connects to the trials we face during personal growth: through our lowest depths and our highest victories we grow and become new. Knowing The Founder, I do not doubt that this is connected to spirituality as well, which gives a new understanding of the immortality being mentioned. Only through grace and salvation can anyone achieve immortality (eternal life in heaven).
Life is difficult, that is no secret. It contains lows and highs, emptiness and fullness. But through it all we can grow. We can become something new, something able to give and be whole. I believe that is the core application of this poem. It is encouragement as well as a personal statement of victory. Whatever pain you may be enduring, know that it may be your solstice—a new creature, one better and stronger, may be waiting just around this trial.
Hope Mixes.
—The Translator
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