colossal green stem is broken, like the spine of a feather as it changes from white to brown near the top it’s hard to imagine the Stone People walking with me here up on the ridge but they do, the low notes steadying the balance it’s hard to imagine the Medicine...
full moon in her swelling Sky Grandmothers hovering watching over Wind in full force blustery Breath of Life the young ones are troubled agitated too many ruffled feathers groundless moon is ripe to give birth on this windy night seal up the cracks around the windows...
rahu dark north node of the moon eclipsing my power my sex and grace I feel the pull into destruction annihilation of my highest destiny and Innocent Prayer the mother says, no, you can’t have it, shame on you the father says, no, you can’t have me, though...
