Here‘s Theodora Goss providing a good explanation of the lines from the Charge of the Goddess that say: “And you who seek to know Me, know that the seeking and yearning will avail you not, unless you know the Mystery: for if that which you seek, you find not within yourself, you will never find it without.”
Here’s one of my favorite Mary Oliver poems, appropriate for this liminal time when Autumn slips into winter.
Old Goldenrod at Field’s Edge
Ice upon old/goldenrod/stops me at the edge/of the field, how
gleaming,/this morning/the stiff stalks stand,
slender, exhausted,/the gray boss — /all that is left of their/ golden hair —
holding a crown of snow, and the rest — /stem and leaves — just waiting
in their glass suits/to fall — /or, if enduring, to see
the great melt, and the fields/tinged green — /and the lambs,/coming again from the
cozy barn,/with their crazy prancing — /how the cold/makes us dream!