peanut butter cookie for saturn…

oh you five of wands you.  energetic playful battle.  loud noises wherever i go. sea fair planes roaring overhead.  parties with bombastic talkers, till four am.  rutilated quartz on the right hand, for faith.  lemongrass on the wrists to abate flaring desire.  fire growing hire.  purple like prince’s rain.  rinsing out past life pain.  saying goodbye to the archetypes whilst looking back into the feminine strand of my dna, giving honor to the women who were shushed when the first abrahamic religion took command.  we all have our ways, and some very old ways, were bullied into silence.  sending green ocean waves into their ghostly female mouths.  you may speak to me and through me, ancestors.  make your sounds.  i will express what has been drowned.  canceled my trip to port townsend cause the cards said so.  listen when the universe warns, as it is rare.  ritual happening in the spontaneous moment, is how to treat this transmutation with care.  erasing formality with moss fairy’s spirit wand.  eating sugary treats on a saturday to balance saturn.  death wants sugar.  death.  calling.  walking into grandma spiders web, she gives me the eternal rosy thread.  watching bone cave ballet in columbia city, venting with a friend.  the song that gets our hearts.  it’s waking time.  karma falling apart.  drunken sailors fall down on the street.  sleeping time.  parading in a typical line.  they are my mirror.  i too, was once feeding the unconscious beast with unconsciousness.  i have poured amber liquid into the belly in order to reach a place that never got to live on this earth, due to the silence.  birth-right held in psychological chains.  the human plight to take control with conscious reins.  freedom on the tip of my tongue.  on the nail of his thumb.  on the brink of collective self love.  dreaming the outcome we choose to see.  center eyes focus, in this storm of mediocrity.  fitting in clients in between clients in between clients.  everyone needing guidance.  only so much time in a day.  color on canvas, time to play.  baby close to the other side, talking to me, as i paint her essence in yellow, blue, pink and green.  solar smile.  innocence not yet in denial.  craving innocence.  no longer smudging out a sensitive heart with the dark props of urban art.  lipstick armor pretending to be feminine mystery, slithering down the drain.  vulnerable to the core, is the gooey game.  snail slowly making it’s way through the rain, stretching seconds into miles.  unicorn galloping her silver feet.  tapping keys in a cafe until these fingers turn to ashes in an urn, and my soul transforms away from stones, teeth, and tax returns.  green obsidian around the neck.  heart of the ocean, soul of the earth.  live with no regret.  losses are gifts.  gain is the treasure.  pain, the humble teacher of animal pleasure…