To Earthward
Love at the lips was
touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived
on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of--was it musk
From
hidden grapevine springs
Downhill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they’re
gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The
petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt,
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness
and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter
bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on
it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the
earth as rough
To all my length.
Robert Frost
CHICCHAN
Kin 225: Red Self-Existing Serpent
I define in order to survive
Measuring instinct
I seal the store of life force
With the self-existing tone of form
I am guided by the power of birth
I am a polar kin
I convert the red galactic spectrum.
True freedom is knowing your own mind and, therefore, not being subject to automatic of unconscious impulses.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2014-2015.
Anahata Chakra
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