We call into the call unforgiven, unweighed, untailored, foul with the mystery that has a smell that remembers the root of it all. The courage to smell the root, to find your way back to the begging of yourself, like woman retracing her belly to the cord that extended her life, extended her breath, extended her as a single cell of imprintation, that penetrated the seed of a narrow way of consciousness, that births itself into an exploring world. Forgiving nature of being forgiven, for giving, for knowing, for sharing, for exploring all that needs to be explored. We are the reason. We are the reason, we are the sense in the reason, and we are reason and the scent of the reason, calling back through the nose, through the memory of the nose, and the nose of the memory, and the scent of how we were found. We were found in the Ethers, sniffing out a way to call ourselves back to the Home we remember the scent of. The scented way, an unusual bearing of the time of falling open. The leaves within our leaves, fall out because we have come and left many times before. Shout out your smell, shout out all that you love in scent, that is your innocence. Catching up your breath, catching up the breath of you, the breath of me, the breath of all we love, and we love more and more each day we catch up our breath. To know the accomodatable is to have a Table of Compassion, as you accommodate yourself to the moment of need, and seek the compassion of the Fragrant one. To police the market is to guarded and ready, because the thieves of this world never walk straight in, they curve and wander through your days like trustable, relatable, but the Comb of Self-Reliance never moves through their hair. The comb, symbol of female power, never moves through the hair of unoccupied women, You must fully occupy yourself with a fine-toothed comb of self-reliance, to find its way into your independent nature within. Be the woman you need, and be truthful to the woman you are. Be the woman you need, and ask no more for the independence of others. Be the woman you need, and stand powerfully inside all that that has risked itself, to send her away your incompetence. Be the woman you need, and allow recognition to flow from your mouth like honey. Become the Honey Mead cake that has given to the mother bee, to create a world that is sweet enough to be happy in. Be the mother you need, and know the sister you are, is the mother you give to all that seeks the Mead. The Sixth Knot is made and the keeping is keeping marked, so the Ease becomes more than the less that has been presented. Less lessens, and becomes smaller and smaller, until there is nothing but the nothing, that finds no resolution, no resolve, no Compassion to others. The Papered Awareness turns the page and the corrugated factors unfold their letters and numbers, so that the needs outweigh the out-flow, the drain draining the resources. Draining the drain, unplugging the motion, the movement, the mobility. Reaching over, reaching past, reaching into the favorite of creating. We create the Ease through the colors that come easily to our hands. The Magic of the Wand emits its white color, so that the shift that seems unshiftable occurs. The Seventh Knot makes itself known, and is marked by the Green of Dragon. The Garden Dragon, the green of green the way forward. Leap and Spring, frog your way through. By-pass the roadblock, work-around, go around, go pass the past and reach into the March of Hair. “Hey,” says the March hare, “when you work with time, you really should be listening to the White Rabbit.” So many people get us mixed up.
