"Fly or Die," is the mantra now.
As I grow restless in my churning, the forced labor,
of birthing creation - life brought into form -
brings me to my knees. Anesthetizing myself,
I crawl towards an unknown shore.
There is no cents,
any more.
Only this...
pulling and crawling along a
southern line.
Dawn beckons and a new world unfolds.
The sun still rises, the traffic whizzes by. Birds calling overhead.
The Earth keeps spinning and I keep rising - one foot in front of the other,
walking toward, what? I wonder. Yet, I always know.
LOVE.
(There's nothing more)
And, there you are, reading down to me my astrological notes for the day.
Standing high on your mighty steed as I remain below - the tipping scales of balance
righted once more. Retreating towards comfort, I return to my nest, grimacing and baring down - focusing on the present moment. "Don't think," you said,
and I think I hear the wisdom in your words.
