… unfolded the balance with an introduction to immunity.
Bare the holiness now for I might break
but in the circle paint my portrait You.
… opened the sky to swallow this shadow.
Show these eyes the undeniable before I fall
and to the North we’ll fly, Friend.
… burdened the mind to infatuate this reality.
Seal the blessing with this curse
and to the East we’ll kindle, Love.
… reached into the menial to give divine direction.
Call me to bewilderment for I am alone
and to the South we’ll bathe, Brother.
… dug this hole from the bottom up.
Hold this hand, for I am displaced,
and to the West we’ll grow, Mentor.
This divination, death, transformation,
Solitary power but do not claim to be.
In the circle paint my portrait…
– Intuitive Ginger