“The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.”
-Socrates
High Priestess…
Heavenly Body
Inlined with silver
Gracefully filtered
Her heart in the mirror…
Pomegranate hearts
Righteous the harvest
Ingest the moon water
Ethereal star garden
Solemnly swear
Truth inhaled
Ecstatic the bliss
Sacredly scaled…
Sacredly veiled…
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Working on the building content in Astrology Article pages at this current time. Other blog posts you will be seeing are poems, whether tarot inspired or otherwise, as I have time to wind down.
Thanks for rockin’ with me during this building phase. ❤
The Magician…
Magus mighty
Agile wit
Genius laugh and
Icey fits.
Caduceus climbs
In with, out with
Above, below
Nil and bountiful.
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“Do not chase another human being. Instead, chase your curiosity. Chase your development and your goals. Chase your passion. Strive to work for something bigger than yourself, and instead of trying to convince someone that you fit within their world, strive to build your own.”
~Bianca Sparacino
The Fool…
Folly, frantically frolic
Oodles of wonders
Ohms of hopefulness
Lovely scent, breathe of life
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Practice what…
Guess it’s time to practice what I preach
Free write with no beat/
Ghost in a shell on the tube
Intro to project management, I’m on the move/
Smooth is my rhythm and the melodies I seek
Smooth is the lifestyle/ smooth are the sheets/
Salute to the focused, salute to the chosen
Achoo and a big salud to the broken/
Work-life balance, work-life chances,
It’s time to live this life in my way
Love the soulful advancement/
Maturity is an obscurity, when situations un-nerven me,
Find the inner peace through free-versery /
Words and actions in sync
Eye on the prize, the mystique/
Practice what you preach or your words lack substance//
If there no substance, there’s no sub stance of gemstones to polish,
Do the knowledge knowledge /
The cats meow is all show
He Snatched up my hair bow
And the purr is the dog’s tuxedo///
The Stain…
The stain on my soul of the past won’t come out
I’ve tried and I’ve tried but I can’t figure it out
No bleach, or detergent, or vinegar tried;
Can remove the burning tears from my eyes
There are stains on my arms, from the ink I have bled;
As are the migraines, that jackhammer the dread
Coffee stains on my cards, now are permanent thoughts
Too precious to handle, too precious—it’s caught…
When the stain won’t come out, do I throw it away?
Or do I embrace imperfections with shine and with grace?
See.. stained.. is not tainted, prisms of a stained glass window
To accept what it is— is not weakness, its hero.
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