Whisper your own name.

Listen. She is calling you.

Test your own fate,

watch her jump.

Decree the world a

myriad of dancing cellos,

hear her slight cough

through the undergrowth,

moving things.


Trust her.


She can be trusted.

She is the simple interplay

of weave and woof,

both sides of a coin,


for nothing

can be bought,

or sold.

She is the day of your birth.


There is an essence, a movement, a song, a grace, that knows without knowing, the raw smell of earth and the simultaneous wind of heaven. We are that essence–both sides of a coin.  Nothing can be bought or sold.

Photo by Chris Kotsiopoulos

© Andrea Mathews, 2014

70-lightning-bolts-ikaria-island-lightning-storm Chris Kotsiopoulous

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