A constellation is emblazoned across your chest. Your heart;
the center of the universe.
You've traveled far to hear the words:
You are mine
Across space
And time.
Our souls;
the coordinates that point us toward home.
collapse
expand
disintegrate
we are remembered as icy bodies ignited by bright and terrible light
come closer
come closer
got you by the tail
We never truly grow the way we need to when rooted in one place, and comfort can be an obstacle when a task demands attention. Beginnings are always more rosy than saying you're done. What was learned along the way? Stumble. Repeat. The plan behind the madness may not be revealed until the next stop along this eternal blacktop. The journey stretches on into vaguely familiar territory as Karma keeps our souls in play.
Safe Word - "Pomegranate."
I'm willing to entertain most anything, so the concept of Twin Flames has a lot of material with which to play. Therefore, my take on the whole Cosmic Twin Industry is that if one meets her/his missing portion of soul, spend wisely whatever time is allotted to you for this Divine Hook-Up, but do not pretend what you've walked into is any kind of Love Connection. In truth, running into your twin is somewhat yucky. All your bad bits reflected back atchya! The meaning behind the encounter? One of you, and hopefully both, will do something that'll help guide each other on the way to the next rest stop of this magical mystery ride. Isn't that more useful and beautiful than a hackneyed Hallmark Channel moment? Love is propulsion; it's the energy that fuels our journey.
Just remember: You are not the cup. You are its contents. Drink up!
We interact with each other's mask
(Parti Town gets brisk business)
You only know the me I put on
for everyday wear
Meat Is Where the Might Is
The shell is but a calling card
'Round and 'round we've been and never once have we gotten this trick right. Strange emotions and uncomfortable realizations equal the best we can expect from the present situation.
This is not our time. At most, we've been around the bend twice. Early days still to be well enough to collaborate. We'll just have to remember our safe word for the next time, and time after that, and one more time again. Each meet-up should prove to be more productive than the last. Even though I'm running, I've let you know I'm running. The last thing I want you to do is take the bait. This is not a game of chase. Fate has something else planned, like having a second (third...fourth...fifth...sixth) look at our unfinished business. Love is equal parts faith and uncertainty. It is fuel to keep us on an unknowable course.
Upside down cups, a potted plant and coins rattle-rub against a paperback at the bottom of my gunny sack. How's a girl supposed to ignore omens like that? -- The Poet S.
Three Weisenheimers got a message for us:
Something can never come from nothing.
I looked for the entrance. Paths would have been left to weed and ruin had I not learned to cut things out. One step led to plans trampled. Underfoot was found the lock with no key. I had no clue that I knew this detour would lead you to me.
Contentment comes to call when the forecast promises lead in the sky and teardrop-shaped puddles. The air is heavy with excitement and a return to a true idea is expected. Greys and Greens equate calm and peace of mind. Wetness is a reminder of where creativity is hidden (ties in with that "lock with no key" concept.)
Please don't turn into the furniture and become lost to the world
8 is my favorite number and you've been sitting too long
I must believe what you believe will not destroy you, because where you're headed ...
We return to Stardust whether this gig works out or not.
I haven't heard anything official. He's just not here.
Yeah, umm ... there's a funny story about that.
Who has the shekels to be zaftig?
I can only capture your image during a downpour.
What does it mean when people are upside down and objects look just right?
More a love bite than a parting shot:
The time I've spent with you has shown me I've got one well-developed Snob Muscle.
from sprout to blossom to kindling
we all have our day of beauty
Loved by all
understood by you alone
I am the result of all my life choices
stars are meant to heal
I. A Heart
Judging
A Ginkgo Leaf
Falling
A Raven
Mimicking
II. The Sun speaks of renewed trust, but do I take this as a sign everything is all right? Not so hasty. Lines are drawn farther and wider now, and still you see some good in me. Let's clarify what judgment really means as we're attracted to the dimming light. To love is a white-knuckle wager for the rest of our lives.
III. Berkana asks why the Sun shines for someone else. I tell her it's because I steal my friend's stories, like the one about getting lost in a swamp and drinking beer in a magically mobile juke joint, and call them my own. Berkana asks why I rob the skin off a neighbor's back. I tell her it's because I do not want to be judged.
IV. Hey Luddie! Not everybody understands Island Time. La Profesora is a fine judge of character, hips jutted and forehead creased, as she eyes her timepiece. It has not escaped her attention that you have a habit of evaporating.
Even though I drew it
I didn't need to cross it
Everything I make
I undo
You've registered your discomfort
I've rendered myself a trigger
All in the quest to learn
What is true
A pole climber
A clown
A grocery cart pusher wearing someone else's ring
A girl who crossed the International Date Line
And waited for you in a bar nobody else could find
You wrote her name recently in a book of receipts
Heartache and anger rearranged the letters
taKe
15 years and too many miles to matter
We walk on stage with nothing to say
This is what the pink moon showed us today
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