With clear intention the full moon waits…
while the shine of precious things hold court
and allow the needed cleanse to fall.
I breathe the peace of remembered things
as they slip through the ether of my mind-
Written words of the coming moment
burned on a pyre of bliss
and set free to fly higher,
into the atmosphere of the now.
Who I am becoming,
the petals unfolding in the dark of night,
as stars wink at their knowing
of the shift of self,
then to now.
I am the peace I prayed for,
with lines drawn and boundaries laid
I move forward in calmness and serenity,
filling each breath with intention
I gather the precious stones,
the words of wisdom of ancestors,
pull close the yearning for higher learning,
I lean in and blow out the light,
and hearing the waves of the distance call,
slip into their depths
to arise clean and pure.