Fortuna, Guide of Souls, Moon

Full Moon  May 1, 2026

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After the birthday party,

jasmine

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In the canyon at dusk,

eucalyptus limbs in the sky canopy

making sweet aching squeaks

as air of the planet

ululates their woody sinews

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On the morning bicycle commute,

palimpsest of dukkha

fresh glory & litter of bifurcate avenues

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This moon,

I promise to wake in time,

to catch my breath

scent the scents

glisten the listens

whisper the holy

homage the grim

phase-shift the timeline

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Velella velellas,

blue plankton nibblers

high sea colonial non-vegetarians

wind-fated to dry into cellophane

on the burning man birth beach

you are beyond measure

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Where the rudder,

where the compass,

where is grandmother

now kindly pointing

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After the party,

a porosity without sense

welcome relief of psychopomp

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After you,

me

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After you,

us

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Fated, entwined,

random, intended,

blessed

as it has always actually been.