huffed up hills unawares of the delicate leaf song when Grandfather Sun warmed frost on their bones; as though a tribe of women kneading bread in the kitchen— throated hums echoing methodical hands in rhythm
There are three score years and a trillion steps under my belt; yet, was never aware of their liminal passage rite unto the Valley of Death
One lifetime is never enough to learn, nor appreciate it all ~
I held roses for the dying heart a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect, bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage into hidden garden grove thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection hearth of spirit, looking glass divine we Your children,dress Your spritely visage emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith She The Goddess praised within place
I’ve never had much love for the human spin on the accounting of our history - who we are and how we came to be; we can’t keep our own shit straight, how do we trust the word of men with selfish agendas who weren’t so much different from you and I, after all?
we do love a good drama; lying to ourselves in our own diaries, reinforcing all manner of delusions...