Newly made comb is lovingly placed in my head to store that which is without, within.
My beautiful cells reach out beyond to gather cosmic materials made usable upon this plane through transmutation in earthly bodies and processes.
Tendrils of intelligent light extend past the family of phoebes and community of maples, past the family of red tailed hawks and yawning dragon, using my head as the tether.
The portal is open. Cosmic work is happening as the layers swirl in alternating rings. Focus and uninterrupted Time is necessary.
We can work together. Turn The Wheel and sing The Song.
It is not only up and down, but out and around, within and without, back and forth. Focus on The Wheel and The Song will come.
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