The Medicine

self-love

Tune the string that hums between you and the flame that matches yours exactly.

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.

The Celts consulted their trees. Convene your own council, five sacred seeds at a time.

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.

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