The Moon is Full in Pisces on Friday, Conjunct Chiron and Neptune.

When you are upset and you go outside,
you discover you can’t argue with grass and stars.They have nothing to say.
Birds find their mate or get eaten by the cat. Nobody has a point to prove.
If the flower is overwhelmed it wilts, and the vine keeps growing, adding leaf after leaf, and refusing to flower. Not for any reason, instead the clouds change shapes the way they will, whether anyone watches, or no. A mouse considers if a feign to the left could save his life from the cat, who is only mildly attentive. Considers is too strong a word. The mouse hesitates, that’s all. You go outside and the stars talk softly. The whole thing is fairly quiet. Are those night birds owls? The worms eat dirt, and the birds like worms. Soil and birdsong. The tree gives me an apple and I give my attention. It doesn’t matter if blood and confusion is literal or metaphoric; there is room for that too.

Love YOU!!!


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5 Responses to

  1. jomad says:

    Brilliant. What an idea to wake up to.

  2. louise says:

    Thank you so much for this poem and link to Lhasa de Sela.

  3. o_lightning says:

    You are so welcome!


  4. Lux says:

    Beautiful post!

  5. o_lightning says:

    Thanks Lux!

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