Life happened
I dwelled into the streams of liminal space with the Sisters
numbers of Air cycle
I sensed like landed at home
softly, my Poetic Self I recognised
I could not leave,
my body’s sadness guided me strongly
to staying into infinity
and,
I was most utterly warmly welcomed to stay
I came back as soon the otherworld allowed me for a life cycle
with laughter and smiles of celebration
Magnet cycle came with Sun and Spring
Union with friends in Summer
for new perspectives and plays
A Sensuous deeply longed autumn dive called into Earth
Now, Winter has come
I will gratefully return to The Home
to complete the last cycles of life
I look forward to diving deeply into water,
surrendering into the symbolic Death of transformation
and emerge like a Bird Phenix of a new day
leaving a piece of my Heart within me and with the Sisters
while completing the sensuous poetic
love is in magic numbers of Air Stone
Everything starts with Song
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