She devours the feather, her throat chakra cleanse
The triangle holding within her third eye the balance of duality
She encompasses herself with rediscovered wisdom and allows her heart to innerstand the weight of the feather in relation to the intricate dance of yin & yang
I orbit you
Or I bit you
Star crossed lover, It tastes like bread
Forgive me, your Adam’s apple is tempting
Though my atom fathom is no longer good or bad
Far away, but I can feel your breath within each moment
I pray my whispers reach your soul,
Atum ☼
I can’t follow another magician’s system for long; magic is too intimate and personal an affair for that, it would be like wearing another person’s underpants. I still feel part of a magical tradition, but the boundaries are expansive, permeable and there are unmapped continents.