The Fisherman's Engine
Only birds this morning.
Wake-up feel: 6.
03:52. Birds singing. The head awake now; the body comes after.
Down into the cool water of the swimming pond. Then ready for the day.
Out to the winding road — it runs low here, the Bodden and the reed to the left, the ripening rapeseed to the right, the sun rising on the horizon.
A light breeze. Coming from where, I asked.
For some days now I have not heard the fisherman's engine.
I walked, and listened. Only birds this morning, and I was alone.
Fruit all day. The Moon in Aries, the fire holding from yesterday's turn. In the evening it meets Mars in the same fire.
No tears this morning.
Only a slight anger.
The sun climbed as I walked. I did not climb with it.
Whether that is a man descending or a man rising, I am still walking to know.
"Seven places were on the table. The number was never the question. Now I am listening, the direction has been read. I am here to serve, with. The needs of the people who have been close to me all these years belong in this too."
Day 78 — Phase 12 — Ego / Other — Liver — Jasper — 1 Corinthians 13
Gut Nisdorf, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Baltic Coast
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