Today, The Star wanted to come out and play...
as a poem.
It feels like a good way to connect with this card, which always holds so much power and mystery for me.
When you don't know what else to do,
pour it all out.
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Bound, trapped,
no way out but
overflowing.
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The release of bondage
The contraction that births
The Star is
a safe word.
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All of your containers cannot hold
your vision growing
the shining sky.
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Do not try to hold it:
be held.
You are a body of water
learning the mysteries of river and sea.
I know you are tired of crying.
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The Star is an asana.
The Star is a heart that keeps pumping.
The Star is kinky as fuck.
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Breathe in:
inspire.
Blow palo santo smoke on your open palms
and keep reaching.
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Kaeti is a therapist, teacher, and dreamer based in Long Beach, California. All of her work (and play!) is interested in dismantling intersections of oppression and breathing magic and radical healing into all the daily corners of her life, into all the spaces of community she helps weave.
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