You are wearing golden armor

And a cunning smile 

Delicate white flowers move in your hands 

As you place your palms on wet sidewalk 

and the Sun rises

glowing at dawn in water 

Unconditional rays with some warmth 

Lean into them to trust in your being

and grief 

Fear and inner sovereignty are friends 

Existing and not existing together

Like the Sun and Moon 

And Earth 

Walk to the pond 

Where you won’t be distracted by philosophical or astrological dogma 

Instead toss torn bread 

Into ducks beaks 

Beaks that know the turquoise clouds of space

Where the Lion’s mane reside

Thick with curls of joy and blessing 

There’s the fear that wakes you up in the day 

And the sleep that catches you awake 

Caught 

To dance 

In royal circles 

As a universe delights in  

Fresh start 

Trembling with realities of tender life 

Stay diligent 

prioritize 

begin again 

in ponds of light 

and soft green blue feathers

Turquoise manes and a trumpets roar

That signs from magic 

Some jewel that resides in fire 

To nurture beyond self and other 

Place