THE WEAVE:
“What up, V!” shouts
Mercury, towing Sunny beside
him. Sun shines his flash
-Light on Vesta. She is caught,
red-handed, making rubbings
in the graveyard…
Sunny casts his rays on Vesta's grave
as they stand before her epitaph.
She speaks its spell, for her old friend,
carved below the inscription:
Not. Dead. Yet.
"More Light means more
density being shed. It comes
in waves. Let it be remembered
the Earth is your friend.
She will give and take if you can
remember to tap into her.
Like a root, be held. You are
not alone. You are alWays
with her. Like a plant, feel
the mystery of the Sun, kissing
your form, and grow towards him.
This is the easy Way to let
go of all you cannot change.
It is a challenge to remember
you are Nothing special; a flower,
or a blade of grass, like All
the rest. Rest in the knowing
of this. Be humble as you sit
with it. The days of young and
special spent, choose to be
the blade and not
the blossom, picked."