The Medicine

fire

Walk to the clearing where someone has been waiting, and recognize them all at once.

Twin flames don't meet, they remeet. Keep the reunion that's been scheduled since before your names.

Love is a battle cry here, snapped and hummed and spoken by the ones who stood in the fire.

Add the next stanza to the poem you and your twin flame have been writing for a thousand lifetimes.

Stop navigating with a quarter of the map. Meet all four animals who hold the wheel's corners.

Love was never a feeling that visits. Sail the water you're made of.

Join me in the Circle