Deathly quiet all the sky, distant black, pitching birds, sudden screeching turns, disappearing windows rattled, beneath banging shutters awaiting the pain of centrifuge a house, like glass to shatter shards of cutting winds
Last night starseeds planted electric grids dancing faye and other spectres glided alongside dancing dusk painters. poets. speakers. seekers. lovers. sages. mage. warrior. shamans. stories.
I witnessed miracles most ignore. Two shimmering light birds ignited the midnight-- new moon skies. Inner Outer space beings danced with the stars.
Those at the labyrinth table return. We seven beings weave light. We close spaces. We honor One Tree Nation &/of Mother Earth. We honor Sky Spirit Clouds &/of Father Sky. We open our hearts & third-eyes simultaneously. Our spirit guides dance together, totem animals play.
I am in awe. Warm gratitude tears trickle down my face. Here, with these beings, I am safe. We are safe.
I am my father's daughter the apple of his eye that didn't fall too far from his tree the fruit of the same loom that I use to weave my web of lies always shady like I'm perpetually standing under those branches
I am my mother's daughter her second cracked egg that should have grown into a dove but came out a vulture instead didn't need a nudge to leave the nest I was first to fly the coop a free bird while the others flew straight into a cage
Now the tree went up in flames and took the nest with it and I'm starting to think that maybe I was a Phoenix all along and from the ashes comes the new soil that I need to grow.