Let's write a song about the song of the birds:
she sits in fertility
adorning the mother godesss
goddess of love,
goddess of mother,
goddess of insight,
you ordinary bird
that crosses the gray sky in every city scape across the wandering world. your tender heart evokes such sadness in me, I am not sure I can come to tea.
your tender plee evokes such heartbreak in me,
please tell me where is wisdom,
where can i find her?
the astrology of me, where does she sit, waiting?
and how is the answer you're here.
take me to her, and hold me gently
while the light turns to gold.
May 3, 2018