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Of these sidereal lands nothing will be said,
little will be heard but we’ll ask a lot.
Their airs fill us with questions.
May answers not be silenced,
may light water the voids,
may the veils be lifted.
If we ask, we drank their airs,
if they ask us, we’ll be ventilated,
if we ask ourselves, we find ourselves.
While the North appeases, those airs
take to ask where are we going?
May the answer not be gilded.
The South growing, still quieted
by the North, will be asking:
why appease us if we are growing?
Of so much silencing, silence speaks,
Of so much quieting, the hidden sings,
of so much stalling, wills disengage.
So may questions mess the orders,
open the impenetrable and fractalise
the airs. Answers rain.
Asking even if there is no answer
already draws cracks on veils.
Later, more questions will lift them.
Asking ourselves to stop keeping silence,
so no one shuts us up or against
misplacements, where did I leave myself?
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New Phase in the Wheel of Life:
The Quarter from first days of November until next Solstice
Northern Hemisphere: Fourth Quarter | Appeasement | Samhain
Southern Hemisphere: Second Quarter | Growth | Beltane