I’ve been getting heaps of clear amazing views of big hawks lately. Standing around. Getting their supper. They’ve been after country mouse and city mouse.
Oh! here’s one now.
Since its getting dark, my muse has begun chatting.
So much easier to hear when there’s less to see.
Dark dinners are easy to access this time of year.
While most everyone else is busy being quiet, resting from the harvest, I’ll be filled with electricity. The listening kind.
There are fruits that appear from heart.
Pouring light from stars
to fill earth waters with healing informations.
Here are letters joined for incantations
to spell a fresh world.
Let the wand of fire
direct opening sparks of recognition
Popping peaceful alignments
with grids of Gaia.
Love and pleasure shivers
of a new day.
Let us be the ones who point
to center where a pulse
spreads joy throughout.