There are bits of sky scattered throughout. Nothing is hidden— all the parts make new dimensions through which histories pass.
Miracles cluster like grapes, a levant scatters joy to the thirsty gloom.
New possibilities are north, south, east, and west: sail as many miles as you need to and arrive where you need to be.
You will recognize the sky and sunlight. They can be spliced together for food.
Always walk
a full circle
when you land,
to show you are sincere.
Offer drops
of your own wholeness as a gift. There will always
be plenty a stranger can see.
About the Creator
T Gale
T Gale is a Gen X mystic admiring the stars from the confluence of three rivers. When not occasionally summoning the mists of the Salish Sea, she crafts incantations in a cave with two bears.
A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi4 days ago in Fiction
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