Into the nameless
Forward to the purple ocean, to the borders of space
Go forward to your home
Standing at a precipice before the purple sea,
Lean forward.
Lean forward towards that darkness
Lean forward to the slippery rocks,
to the silver fat fish, to the scurrilous tidepool rodents.
Sitting on a precipice before the full sea
and under the endless purple sky,
Lean up to the clockwork heavens
to the hexagon of Saturn, the sacred transformational geometry of both sky and self.
With you between sky and sea:
Mermen, sirens, descendants of Abraham sailing for Australia on a dilapidated ship.
Not a fevered vision
no wistful ideals
the hollow platitudes spent; Now, lean forward.
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Embrace the uncertainty
Of the axe-king dealing tarot.
Each step out the front door, a commitment. Each step an act of trust.
Lean into fragility
Discard your beliefs,
They are constructs held in place by brittle brown firmament-thin fascia reflecting in a drop of dew
Lean forward to the alien,
A family fleeing to Egypt
wearing the veils you stole
Lean down to the earth:
The carrots bring messages from the subsoil.
Witness the singular wonder of a moist grain of rice.
Do not return
Do not anticipate outcomes - energy, creativity, the void
Just lean forward and forward.
Lean forward one final time
your day when all debt,
all betrayal, resentments, grudges vanish playing taps into the darkness
and find your creation, your renewal
