leaving behind your caravan and your people and setting out on a solitary adventure; listening; receiving a gift of all of the stars that exist.

running down the slope of wild thyme; your wings spread wide; walking into the painting and looking around from the inside.

walking into the northern lights; the Ring of Brodgar on Orkney; setting it free.

laying down the tracks, one at a time; rose and chamomile cream; a friendly poltergeist in the house.

full moon in Virgo on a windy night; Tintagel; knowing when it’s time to stop.

ripples lapping at the shore of the city; being caught in the rain and finding yourself in a strange part of the woods; a shiny new truck to play with.

crossing into the Great Steppes; fresh yellow tulips beside him; breathing so deeply you become breath.

removing new paint to reveal a rare hidden painting underneath; the blue lamp; laying down your sword.

cantering into the mist; yellow snapdragons in moonlight; heading home.

discovering two snowflakes that are exactly alike; a fresh blank canvas; moments like these.

the hotel window overlooking the piazza; rare carvings in the earth; the pigeon bringing your message from far away.

lighting the tiki torches to greet the explorer home; sleeping under the stars; smoke from burning sage filling the house.

savoring six delicious pomegranate seeds; Green Tara; discovering a secret map taped to the underside of a bureau drawer that shows where treasure is buried in your backyard.

pelicans skimming the crest of the waves seeking silver sardines; becoming very still in Fingal’s Cave; fresh, dark green olive oil from a barrel.

sailing out to your island; fresh turnips with pepper and olive oil; holding the silver sword high overhead.

collecting honey from your hives; untying a turban of purple silk; meeting by the edge of the lake at dawn.

small moments that mean a lot; a Sunday kind of love; the indigo blue that Merlin is enveloped in.

floating inside a lavender soap bubble; the perfect weekend in Jamaica; leaving the doors and windows wide open.

the magic carpet getting entangled in tree tops; a strange black dog on your doorstep; soaring up to your nest in the cliff tops.

the sparkle of the Pleiades in Taurus; dancing barefoot by the edge of the oasis; the pain dissipating into the pool of dark.

charging along the edge of the cliff on a white steed; a moment outside of time; the shadow of a cloud.

your ship coming into harbor; gazing at the smoldering embers and seeing a salamander; lifted into the starry night sky on wings of courage and compassion.