StarBeing, twentyone, howl Without end, she breathes. The filigree howl, her souls anthem, manifested in greatness, in light, in diamondshining featherness. Strength of an ox, heart of a fullblooded vessel of space, watered down to a speck of the ancient being she once was. Become. Be. Again. Anew. 21 portals. 12 days. 13 nights. Transformation, without ending. No expectation. You can only expect what you know. And what you know you know already, you have already been there. Pain. Pain is a threshold. Without end, you move across many. Some willingly, some less. Losen the grip, move to receive, don ’t tick off a list. Breathe with the ferns, the snow, the willows the magic of being there, the magic of being alive. Run with the wolves. Dance with the crows. Let the solstice speak. Listen to the Powers of Life. Without end, StarBeing, Wit...
