Before This Time Began Our Feet Did Move On Molten Rock

May 5, 2023

I want to meet souls engulfed in soot and flame
Who cannot resist the gravity of the black hole in their hearts
The inevitability of their desire to know ultimate fate
Even if it brings them into infinite terror
To know truth
To know God’s secrets
To know God’s deception
To know God’s betrayal

I want to meet the few
Who have never not itched beneath the thick illusion
Of everything

Old ones
Traced back and forth over the earth
An infinite cross-stitch of blood and bones
Layered kernals of anvil-like weight

Thunderous intensity
Attracts me
Murderous sharpness
Carves peace in my heart
Archaic stoicism
Unweatherable Iron
Molten rock

Remnants of Heathen Earth
Before this time began our feet did move
Our hair swung loose
Swung wild

I want to meet the souls who’s eyes are wells to the beginning
Wild and pure

I want us to remember
I’ve loved you when there was no words
Only eyes, hearts, feeling

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Timothy Halloran

is a professional astrologer, artist, writer, and harmonium playing provocateur of sorts. Tim's work with astrology is grounded in the living breathing reality of nature and not in procedural or mechanical systems. Rather then predicting the future he focuses on the poetic annotation of the human journey throughout time and life's natural unfolding. His observations and commentary comes in a range of tones and forms but centralize on the primary reality being one of Love, divine dance, divine play and that healing can occur naturally through understanding ourselves and embracing our journey through life completely and totally.

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