
Walking To Chariklo
A farewell
A woman appears on the horizon She watches humankind implode The patriarchy crumbles As do all the old paradigms Everything is being released To make room for new ways of living
While everyone is too busy to notice I spot the woman standing there Beaming with intense light I suddenly realize That I must release all To make room for her in my heart
There are nine days left Before the Aquarian New Moon Will that be enough time? Can I release it all by then? Can I become a blank slate? Can I become an empty vessel?
So I build a fire I feed it with parts of myself The more I release The more I find to release Can I burn it all away In time to be ready?
I look at all the humans Who desperately cling to their thoughts Their fear permeates all And they do not even see her I wave farewell to them and turn To walk towards Chariklo
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