the indwelling gods gather
as this late summer storm swells
the air is full of seasonal mystery, ancient history
the gods that dwell within are activated by
the harnessed energy of the winds of change
so when the air is so still, no breeze
emotions within are deep, silent seas
and we are left to wonder
when we will become activated next and in what
context?
will the Entheoi speak with my mind and voice as tools
for wisdom and guidance and
my truth, layers of truth unfolding, golden?
