Gypsy

Bartering seems fair enough, unless you're broke and the rent is coming up. The Gypsy wasn't the only one I saw this weekend who told me I had a good spirit. My art, it would seem does too. I've been fighting so hard for peace and harmony, that the effort has drained me to the point of screaming on the inside, "no, you're wrong, my glow is opaque at best!"
I don't know. Todays readings were about seeds, and weeds. Pulling out the later, you can toss out some of the good stuff. So, what's the benefit of trying if noone listens? Do I let the weeds grow willy-nilly and wait for Darth Vader to come along with some angelic muse like in the third film? (Whatever that means) It's not the first time lately I've been told to give up. And then there were the "Godesses" on the sidewalk who laughed at my jokes, and said I was one of them. Is letting go the same as cashing it in, or letting it ride. Its a gray-haired cosmic gamble.