I’m going to listen with you.
I’m going to listen with the twigs quivering, remembering red berries past and red berries to come.
I’m going to listen with you,
I’m going to listen with snow melting in this mouth, quenching me with a story from Heaven.
I’m going to listen with you,
Listen with cold Earth, frozen and deep below coats of snow, dreaming of green.
I’m going to listen with you -
To the memories that didn’t make it.
Listen with you,
To the last sparks of embers flying, fledglings of a younger heart.
I’m going to listen to you,
Charioteer arriving in dreams, Indigo-clad wrapped in rings,
Chanting to me lessons I do not want, yet ones I need.
I need to want to listen to hear
These messengers.
I listen to cold silence of a dark horizon in Aquarius -
Observe quietly how cool light of the stars’ glow
Relax a restless mare.
I’m going to listen with you,
I give you my sailor’s knot, my promise -
I’m going to submit to the wisdom of the winds,
Commit to the beauty of the body,
Tend fire,
Care ever so carefully,
Spin white, silken thoughts into a robe so I may present myself to you,
Hallowed be thy name,
To kneel before the pillar of knowledge,
To kneel before the pillar of love,
To crystallize here,
Still and strong,
Bright and sure,
Perfectly prepared for Truth to bloom.
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