Black Swan, ask yourself
What crawls in the darkest shadows
That you turn your hairy legs away from?
What dwells in a Well for Dying that you refuse to look in the eye?
Seek out the One who scatters silver and gold magicks about them with a crossbow, seemingly without aim
Trusting to that which will carry it on
For until the body is fully climbed into as the window to anywhere, anything, anyone
It will not be the Genie who is in the lamp but the Genie who holds the lamp containing you
When nearest objects finally fade from view
So the Temple Priestesses of the old Old can reach through to you
And the Sky is only seemingly shut out in order for it to be free from Chaotic Machinery
Then will you see the Universe is filled with Siblings
Not in the Blood sense but the Soul sense
Existing like Magic Carpets in Dull Green Water
As you become sure of the sparks from the smooth cobbles underneath your asks
I feel extremely fortunate to have been able to spend the last six months in a community guided by Alixa Garcia. One of our projects was to create a piece by utilising our favourite authors and artists as a form of oracle. This is what I created with Joanne Harris, Harry Clarke, Ursula Le Guin and the Faerytale Apothecary as my teachers.
Image by Carlos Villada from Pixabay
Comentários