new moon in AV

The poppy pod shook in our hands,
ears remembering lifetimes and oh darling, how we must contain multitudes!

Seeds pouring into the deep red wine.
floating on the surface,
magic beings, black specks in a sea of Bordeaux.

She anointed my third eye with this mixture,
My body quivered,
There is more love to be given.

The angels sing to us, calling us from our depths.

Divine sparks lit in circles and the deep carnations spiraled beyond.

There is a temple,
and it could be you.

if only you let the light shine through the cracks in your foundation.

We stole stones,
held them to heart,
head,
vagina.

White light combing our insides and the world beyond fell away.

Deepening,
deepening to source.

Until the drum beats become your heart beats and your heart beat becomes the drum.

I wept as I returned all grief to soil,
we are only vessels,
moving energy within and without.

It is clear,
too clear to me now.

and remember the deep love within,
and remember your name,
your archetype and your month.

Who are you dear sister? Where do you show up for us in this circle?

The sweet smell of rose water awoke us all back into this dimension,
chocolate treats and candies grounding us down.

down.
down,
to mama,
and perhaps farther.

Where is the body if it is not lost fully within you?!

The moon didn't shine tonight, the air is wet, the dark is strong.

When I wept, the skies opened up

we couldn't be more connected,

like the snapped twig,
and my twitch.

step slower into the month of AV,
breathe in and let the toxins ride out into the sweat glands.

We don't need anything else but these remembrances,
and then some.