I fly tomorrow, through the night
the moon as my companion,
dreaming of lost loves
I land in a new dawn,
the start of a day, of history,
the return of my past
the beginning of my future
I regret, yet I face forward
leaving that past behind
dreaming of beginnings
I am the Priestess,
the vessel of the power,
molding my world anew
I make myself whole.
II. The Priestess. Pure gracious influence, fluctuation. Intuition.
I must trust myself to make the right decisions, follow the moon, my mother and spirit guide. Things will go in the right direction.
No. I don’t have an “agenda” for this trip, but I believe this will be a pivotal summer for me. I have no idea in what way, but I think it will shape my future, and my future happiness. Oddly, I feel both the draw of home, but the necessity of departure, if only temporarily. See you on the other side. Oh, yeah, that’s a poem above. I’ll post it where it belongs at some point.
Possibly last Haiku stateside for a while: Sense