The planets have a funny way of making things happen...
They dance with the moon,
Shifting and shaking the universe in hopes that our souls open up to the message.
Chills blanket my skin at the thought of what's next.
The unknown is so peacefully calling my name.
So to the desert I go.
To dance with coyotes...
To get covered in dust...
And to get lost in the endless blanket of stars in the dark night sky.
Let my bare body get kissed by the sun,
Let my soul create a new home.
The pull is stronger now more than ever.
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