Let the muse make whatever needs to be made,
let the muse tend the fire. Your whole body
is curled like an ear I wanted to talk
into all evening. Your hand, a ring
of articulated keys. I want that moment
when we climb down the bright ladder
of ecstasy, when our breath comes back,
when everything is alive, present
in the moment with nothing to wait for,
nothing to worry over, only the need to rise
into the beauty that is.

Carl Adamshick

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Happy New Moon in Leo
Huge rain thunder, lightning storm 
here
prior to New Moon
more up soon
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image: Thunder Birth by offermoord
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peace GMA