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slippery
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dark slippery.
she chased a slimy fish in search of meat.
slippery.
she never could grasp it.
slippery.
she's gone miles down the stream.
slippery.
she's lost it.
she slipped.
she lost.
she's slippery.
she's lost.
I feel lost
This poem spoke to me; I was born at night, with the Moon in the House of Relationships in Pisces. Being that Pisces is the sign of two fish, swimming in opposite directions, it makes sense to me why this poem touched me.
Sometimes, whichever fish I try to follow is just too slippery to be caught. But I suppose the biggest fish in the pond doesn't get big by being caught.
Be well; thy will be done.
often times we get lost
often times we get lost chasing the fish.. becoming slippery like the fish in the process. if you love the fish, then you'll let the fish live on its own and find it's way to you. letting go is the key. the sunlight will dry you off in time, though it will be cold when you're out of the dark water. forget your losses, focus on the path of light that leads you to the source :)