Dedicated to the healing folx that saved my life “a wretch like me”, my search and rescue team, co-creators of mystery ~`~`~ all the underworld goddesses, including Ursula the Sea Witch, “poor unfortunate souls”
Why can’t you say, If you know, then why can’t you say.
Dedicated to all of the recovering temple oracle crazies.
on-the-move “bodhissatvas” Kerouac was always raving about like a mad-man Odysessus.
to Penelopes, weaving and unweaving, growing psychic abilities - the ability to stare-at sea \ cliffs and see through blockages, boundaries,
to be able to write the story of wandering husband as it was happening.
oh! , ____ to being led astray by visions unseen by physical eyes, but on view
to Cassandras, wronged-footed.
those that are not able to touch soft ground and speak and be clear:
to be held beneficial by the social body,
given proper place and purpose
+sacks of gold coins
to “witches” “burned” at “the stake"
to all of you out there really, reading, listening, thinking and wandering-around your inner temple hill,
strange murmurings of what you half-know or remember, un-seeing seeing being.
i see you.
i hold your hand.
i ask you to be brave.