when it all looks like
paint stains of gray
tree tears
and black mirrors
the upside down of things
turned inside out
like a fractured reflection
we are but bits of dust
watching the trails
of our souls
shoot across the sky
in some other neverland
the parallel line of
here and there
…..
july
this has been an interesting month
every aspect blown up for a revisit
a grand retrospective
a going backwards
to free oneself
and avail forward momentum again
it’s the venus retrograde im told
of epic proportions
and it doesn’t land in a way that makes any of it more palatable
or comfortable
it’s best to keep a soft focus
on the intangibles
and connect with that which is greater
spanning wider
breathing deeper
find that and hang on