mercury as a backwards poem….

feeling another layer peel off.  snake shed.  molting.  dissolving into more love.  call it what you will….and at the same time….venus is rising.  rising like a golden tether to every soul and giving tugs, saying, “let go of the old way of identifying with me and be open to what is new in the realm of who and how and what you love, because there’s a big costume shift happening.”  feeling doses of magnetism ignite at work.  suddenly everyone’s coming in for their soulmate stones.  soulmate feelings.  venus…rising.  obsession with andalusite, feeling it girdle me to earth.  higher self here, or whatever you wanna call it.  a mandala, a soul….the one.  etc.  (words words words, costumes, costumes, costumes.)  this blog is a poem.  no thoughts at face value.  soaking in krishna das, bees wax candle, plum blossom, the emperor, osiris….while i, isis sit uncomfortable in her chrysalis, becoming venus, the winged insect.  winged insects.  butterfly.  angel.  dragon.  bird.  what else has wings?  i could fly in the sky and nest on the edge of a branch.  i could sing every single dawn, for the rest of my life.  and then some.  copper and rose quartz.  the stones are taking over.  gaia, dear soul…remember when you were geb?  masculine earth?  remember?  so attracted to that, because i am nut, the female sky, wanting to blanket you in my starry night.  geb, where are you?  osiris?  i cannot do it for anything less. rather be alone.  it’s easy.  solitude, my best friend, cause solitude is hanging out with my best invisible friends.  ohm tara.  saraswati iam.  jai hanuman.  maharaji sorry i cuss so much.  isis put the cherry on top.  michael, clear the negative energy.  gaia, i am here to listen, tell me everything.  mu, pan, love, nectar, mystery, wonder, pain, suffering…the gamut.  give me the gamut…