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Felled trees as dragons made of earth, 

With roots like dog’s paws begging.. 

And fern-strewn footpaths falling down to sea. 

I am you and you are me in codex skies. 

This druid’s beard is draped and matted like the bloody maine of a mirror priest.. the sickle cuts deep! 

The cat and the wolf be torches in the night.. 

The dead and their stones casting shadows in the day...

And the answers are written on them all. 

Last night I received a beautiful gift as I witnessed a warrior’s last dance on this earth.... the warrior was a moth, and it wanted me to pause, take a moment and pay attention.... to ‘see’ and hear its message, which was a reminder of our connection to spirit, and the wonders and marvels we often miss because we’re so busy getting distracted. 

As the warrior-moth danced, I was reminded of my own dance.... my countless…

CY We are creators

Each one of us a spark of the infinite

Permeating everything

As both source and sorcerer

We are here to clean our connecting link

With intent

To take responsibility for ourselves

To create only that which we wish to create

Make a road to the heart

And walk it!