Where are we going, next....
We are in a movie filmed in the realm of the Magical Child, Recovering. We are all there, in that whispering realm beyond the reach of Time. The movie is nearly over, now. Those we have come so to cherish and hope for prepare for the journey, packing almost nothing at all.
There is the shining ring of crystal.
In silhouette against the moon, the toast is made, time after time after time.
Well nourished at the table each created and all shared, the leave taking is completed.
Beneath the wheeling circle of the stars, the journey begins.
Banners of brilliant red snap and bellows against the rising sun, thundering the wind.
