DAILY Harvesting Dreams When the lay of the land lies ripe, Pendulous the moon, Delicious golden weight. Journey from dark birth Headlong toward the Grail Daughter of darkness/daughter of light Hanging horizonless Reflected Consort to her mate His light, her soul. She ripples the blue-black vastness Covering fields, orchards, forest, pasture Making sacred, wheat, corn, apple, grape. Transformative elixir reflecting What is, what is not Her dreams ready the harvest.
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