Cernunnos

Cernunnos comes into my garden. He is a beauty.
Masculine, with his horns and all browns and greens and gold.
His energy grows out like thick vines.
He sits across from me in my garden and we gaze at each other.
This calm, his sweet strength and musk tempt to send me wild.

But I remain focused, because I am listening.
I can allow it to waft around me and still hold him with attention.
It is not a game. It is a meeting, deep by uncounted fathoms.
We sit in the stillness, the feral contained.

cernunnos
Until we choose for it not to be.

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by Tasara

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