I met my muse today
though…
I don’t always recognize her
…at first.
My muse
is a shapeshifter.
Today she is a raven
from the underworld
sitting on the canyon rim
watching me and my dog run.
When I see her,
I wave
and she calls back to me
immediately.
Today my muse is a messenger,
checking in on me,
observing us,
so I blow her a kiss
to carry with her
back to the dead.
My muse
does not fly away
until I’ve rounded the corner
deeper into the canyon of sandstone.
I saw my muse today.
Her presence is a message
without words.
My muse
is a shapeshifter,
a world traveler,
boundless and beautiful.
She moves through the realms of
dreamland,
the future,
and the past
as if they were all the same thing.
My muse
is always with me
even when I cannot see her.
Today, my muse announced her arrival
without words
but I heard her.
Because her presence
is always a message
of love.
Today she told me
that what I’m doing is
Fabulous!
and she admired my strength.
Nodding in approval,
she made note of my progress.
My muse
is watching me
shift.
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Loved it. Next hang, we gotta do some songwriting together, might get one
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