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Another Autumn Gold O’clock and a scatter In the Season of the Witch Every Which way you turn, a fallen leaf A shatter Of thought, idea, or dream, a plan blowing into disarray Making its way With the wind And brooms come out of closets Along with skeletons Collect the fallen Pieces And guide the
A shift in the winds. A change in the quality of light. A gentle call to soften the edges. The colors morph into gold. Summer is moving out of the way, leaning into the seeds of new beginnings, and the aging bodies of earth’s children that weave together the tapestry of another season. The portal
Keep the body moving Keep my heart open. Open. And strong. Don’t shut down. Let the love bloom and the sadness through and the anger too, to boil the blood for things worth raging over, and cleanse the body with the fire of care. Keep the body moving. Keep the mind expansive. Expansive. And discerning.
The deepest experiences of our lives will most likely be the ones that shake us to our core, and open up the doors of our perception, break us open, and tear us apart from the reality we thought we knew. To let yourself fall apart is hardly ever the invitation of the over culture. You
Mossy mind tangled rootless Ancient Anchor into bark Leaning on dead logs, trying not to hold Together something that is no longer Grow out of disintegration Becoming Renewed Adapting to landscapes ever changing Survive drastic shift in climate, community, contour, couture Unraveling place, and time as conteur Culture making counter culture And keep becoming Bark
We were under a dark blanket of sky, sparkling objects over our heads, the earth supporting us from beneath, constellations changing as the night moved along, watching cosmic debris hitting the earth’s atmosphere and disintegrating, leaving burning trails of magic. Sure, it can be overwhelming to look at the night sky and get a glimpse
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