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How to do it? To tell
the journey in three planes
and everyone taking notice?
How do you draw a gate
woven by other three
endowing a spaced trajectory?
How do you compress the incommensurable
destiny of acacias
scattered before departing?
Forty five days later
we will have lived in three planes
just as that. As always.
Forty five nights later
memory will not have gates
rather the opening of the vault.
Forty five breaths away from
the drive that brought us scattered
other acacias will spin again.
One plane feeds, the other one nourishes
and the third one energizes. Spaced
they engender the vital gate.
Trajectories alluding other dimensions,
woven in three planes just with one thread
scattered in the incommensurable fourth.
The North, though with no north, will flourish,
the South, still without voice, will engender
another wheel. In both, the open vault will sing.
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New Phase in the Wheel of Life:
The Quarter from first days of May until next Solstice
Southern Hemisphere: Fourth Quarter | Appeasement | Samhain
Northern Hemisphere: Second Quarter | Growth | Beltane