Sun Worship

I call them, "my little sun worshipers."
but so would you if you saw them rejoice fully in the heat of the noon day.

I eat the sun for breakfast, and then I braid my knotted hair, stick needles in flowers, and create garlands of light for you to enjoy.

Still, I mourn a loss of knowledge, as if there is a smog between me and the very thing I desire.
I wonder, is this the natural instinct of the perfectionist?

So I say no, no, rah, rah

I will begin when I know fully and fully never is the tune of the day, so I leave dreams dormant, cover my blemished face with 1000 Roses and pretend that the scent of the fume is good enough for me.

Well I'm stating loud now,
It is not good enough.

I keep my sun worshipers in a dark drawer so they stay moldy and crusted.

We can laugh here.

Now stop.

The time is here, it's droplets of oil on my tongue, clear the toxins, I'm re-awakening to sunshine and the dancing of hips.

All I need is string, needles, wire, local farmers, seeds and some imagination.

Let it flow sister,
the priestess path is open,
and one step, one step
you are grounding in her.

Lifting arms up to YAH, I surrender,
in the flow of this sun beam
terribly in awe and
beating insides saying YES BLESS this day!