“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
― Sylvia Plath

When sadnesses besiege you:
at the dying of the light
and starlight illuminates
the end of night.
you will tingle in the frosted air of sight.

Starlight mirrored in the water and the eyes
when humankind abandons its disguise.
The spin and whirl of hemlock
help witch and wicca sway
underneath the greensward,
all day.

All that was dark
is summoned by the light
the Sigil of Baphomet’s alight
tonight.

Pentacles’ aflame
amid the creatures of the sky
time and tide and starshine do not lie.
The warp and weft of weaving
goddesses into moon
bends
the flow of spacetime very soon.

The Aphrodite-horizon
gazes over sky and sea and land
just watch the singularities expand!