Legacy Long line. Circle. Fierce strength yielding to wisdom. Open gives in to closed. Listening, wisdom gives way to strength. Both weaving, trusting each other. Here on earth, in the heart. Wisdom married strength.
Roots feeding branches, leaves, flowers. The stars calling, yearning for more closeness. The flower whispers back: I trust my roots. Into the dancing earth, forever fertile darkness, roots guide my journey to kiss you, the stars.
Chaos, my beauty, my trusting friend. Fire and burning, I breathe you in. Storms of force move me into my smallest circle. I look out, trusting and thankful, bowing to your wisdom. Knowing when to clear the way.
I am the dance of the rain dripping on the leaf. The moisture carrying scent through the air. The sweetest smell of wisdom on the dragon's breath, reminding us throughout time: the gift of love has always been mine.