Time is the shepherd of doubt, eroding away the confidence of one’s directive. Persistence has been put to the wayside in place of frustration and suspicion. Doubt has placed a hand in front of the vision and chained inspiration to the tail of a phoenix, to be reborn only after a period of trial. How easily the plight has been forgotten. Faith takes different directions not necessarily constructive. Paths are blurred, signs are forgotten or deemed irrelevant, and how easily the shepherd has distilled the aspect acidic.
Even after all this the shepherd has been thwarted by mere intent, once put into motion develops a life of its own. Untended it becomes wild and unpredictable but still thrives, flourishes, and prospers. Unfortunate in its new state for its nature has become wild and unpredictable. No longer visible, barely thought upon, the symbiosis broken. It’s company missed but not celebrated, for that is the power the shepherd has, to numb wounds and persuade the scars. But still the command from one’s own mouth in now the air it breathes, the desire which was put into action is now its own.
No matter how long the shepherd is at work, it has no power where this wild thing grows.
Saturn in the shadow of Gemini, Taurus has left the warmth of Aries. Minerva has become a crack whore with Chronos as her dealer.
And on the next day Poseidon arrives with a pressure washer to cleanse the world, after which he finds a jewel, kisses it and throws it to the heavens where it becomes a star.
painful read. sounds like it is time to do.
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