When she lifts you out of bed
during the Spirit hours to tell you a secret,
you know you’ve got a good one.
Silver threads of memory weave tapestries
and hope beyond words.
Tidal motions from a future’s past
reflect legions of ideas,
all of which are pulled under,
again and again,
by cloud foam
Surrendering is the hardest part
There is a way of being
inspired by 10,000 subtle waves
It’s time to become It.
Connect the dots.
Weave the web.
Rejoice in her hands.
(Early hour reflections from the searing Full Moon in Gemini, who would not let me rest a moment longer. Not until I was done weaving. It’s exact at 5:05 pm MST. That challenging hour, starved of healthy celebration)
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