Wise Me Make to Answer

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Am  I  dreaming?

I  do  still  often  and  stood  have  I.

On  a  journey  I  am  this.   Eternally  excited,  indeed,  will be I!

A  saddle  makes  two  sides  and  possible  for  many  to  travel.

Tiny thee, into Up gathered clouds.

A  new  fauna  I  call,  fashioning  that  which  now  I  can  see.

My  heart  of  details  glowing.

Divination Portrait

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The gift of the vulture,

dance dear light over and through the tree tops.

The self as a song meant to part the veils of time.

Glow dear embers, flashing and loving to the beat of illusions loosely changing.

Dissolve dear demons to the vulture spraying her breath over the river of life.

Aflame dear shore of our Mother’s birthing so we may start again.

Release now the spirit’s that may linger in the smoke, hypnotized.

 

Pause Now, Take Still

Do you see where my fire went

caught cascading down to the ocean floor

where tiny lights lay flickering along cool waves.

 A note breezes suredly past my open ears

to receive the answer to my question.

Pause now, take still.

“The gloomy sink that drains my discarded hair.

My skin laying limp under a growling owl made of many colors

rubs my sore shoulders that no longer share

the burdens of all that has past.”

'The crackle of the Moon, at Night, in the Winter'.2016.
‘The Crackle of the Moon, at Night, in the Winter’.2016.