I trust the moment and divine timing I go in with a list, but the late summer harvest says otherwise Allow your eyes to feast on the beauty Pluck each fruit - juicy, sweet, and psychically hungry. I go in with a list - the late summer harvest says: choose me. Beckoning long stalks of rhubarb, variegated red-green I pluck each fruit - juicy, sweet, and psychically hungry Speak to my cells of synthesis, transmutation and decay. Long stalks of rhubarb sweet danger beckon I allow my eyes to feast on the beauty Speak, my cells: synthesize, transmute, decay I trust this moment and divine timing.
