new moon mutterings on friday…

letting die what needs to be dead.  the story, the wound, the pattern, the projection, the karma…all burning up inside the color red.  new moon leo fire, burning up what no longer serves, until there’s nothing left.  are you aware of your karma?  the tapestry you’ve been weaving underneath the external events conceived by unconscious intent?  making the unconscious conscious.  it might look like i have been hurt in this life, but what from the last life caused this?  and then, let that go too.  let go of making logical sense of it all.  let go of the mental yapping.  suffering on over drive for so many in this world right now.  not enough justice, too little food and clean water, be it a psychological prison in the west, or a lack of physical needs being met in the east, the wound is continuing to repeat, and i know now, that the more i let go of my stuff, the better use i am to everybody.  the divine feminine needs to stop sacrificing herself for others.  she needs to love herself and define herself from love, so she can burst into the world from the heart of every man and woman, to make it better.  love.  this is real true love.  healing the world by healing the self.  but let me climb down from that passion.  let this body empty on out.  dreaming of mountains again.  waking up at 3 am to watch lightning.  aware of the needs and wants striking inside.  wishing to dip deep into the divine as poetry, oblivion.  ah, well, let that go too.  every desire is air through mesh.  yet, this flesh burns like venus.  both it shall be till the end of time.  it’s the libra in me.  always both.  two streams.  two perspectives.  two dreams.  i don’t center in one.  i center in two.  divine he and she.  divine me and you.  all one is all two.  three is the me seeing the two that sprung from the one.  all thoughts extrapolate and come undone.  now i am just writing to write.  lack of sleep last night.  feelings coursing through in blue lily storms.  psychic visions and thin veil hikes through the dimensions.  nothing to write about here, though i wish there was.  want the blog poetry to return.  it is what it is.  the sky is milky today.  a soft new moon.  leo with her fake white fur coat on in summer’s prime…playful use of the weirdo divine…