lost between worlds. trying to bee, but beeing is tricky. to bee, you must first be inventive. especially with line drawing. time and beast of trickery *will* enter that flickering light in which you reside. it's easy to get confused between the shadows and reflections. identities run wild. "how may i be of service to you?" you must ask. fear has no place in this magic. keeping in mind the art of your line while choosing to serve, you must guard your heart closely. know it and hold your place.

in the words of krishna, "be fearless and pure; never waver in your determination or your dedication to the spiritual life. give freely. be self-controlled, sincere, truthful, loving, and full of the desire to serve...learn to be detached and to take joy in renunciation. do not get angry or harm any living creature, but be compassionate and gentle; show good will to all. cultivate vigor, patience, will, purity; avoid malice and pride. then, you will achieve your destiny."

owl is my medicine. one difficult to swallow, wishing to gush as holy rivers do. soon i must still myself. do the work. i am flowing more slowly than before. one night i will turn to ice. the moon will rise. it is then i will see myself.