I breathe the stunning truth
of word and will
- as Mercury and Mars unite in the deep water of Scorpio,
amusingly diffusing illusions -
go and inhabit the space where silence no longer hides the next phrase.
Move into that phase.
The waning Moon drifts in Libra’s arms,
teaching that balance is not a pause
- always the movement -
Let my outer voice loosen its grip
on fear of the other shoe dropping;
I form here, inside the tide of clarity,
release disparity.
Pulse procrastinating cadence with cosmos,
I regress and progress into what has been carrying me.
Direct and soft, the fire on water.
I am the channel, the bridge, the form awakened by frequency.
And the sky doesn’t judge...it listens.
Frequency to form
I.A.m
Reactie plaatsen
Reacties