A strong morning with tender insides, after eclipse reverie and a gravity hungover — evening of gravitas, night light makes things seem as real as they are, revealing what’s valuable — what am I valuing? — Leo — Taurus — courage — leadership — matter infused with spirit — the stars have mapped me out in such a way that all I have to do is fall into their rhythmic tides — waves came and went — a door opened to us last May when the earth veiled the moon from the sun and we chose to step into this from the ashes of who we thought we were — last night by that roaring ocean with our heads filled with cosmic songs and bodies lighted and pulled to earth and each other’s hearts we watched the moon return to her original form — but all was changed — nothing ever comes back around to being the same, but there are rumours of the timeless that simmer through in moments like that — as though we’d sat on that bench before — have grown, will grow old there, looking out at our chameleon sea — making choices, but maybe only seeming to — making but one choice really; to remember who’s driving this thing — who is looking out from the hull, steering, loving, choosing to be — this Life itself is where we seat our identities, in devilish proportions that matter so much in times like these — thereby choosing to be a revolution, therein letting the evolution happen naturally — and when you fall, fall all the way through me — back home to meet yourself on the other side in the original spot where all that exists is unity — my throat holds songs unsung, sky-bound, and there’s no time to wait for good weather — I am going where I’m going and I’d be glad if you joined me — nonetheless I’ll go, and if you came we’d bake bread and I’d dry droplets of sea off your ever changing face — as we choose and choose again and again the only thing we can, truly.