I call in space,
Space between every part of me,
Between all the bones and tendons,
Between all the atoms,
So that there’s more room to grow.
I release focus,
And allow my gaze to relax,
Widening it
To a 360 degree view
I manifest peace
Being everything
And observe.
The paradox of this moon,
Is that I am both empty and full.
My power is full,
My love is full,
My life is full.
Yet I am empty to receive,
Empty to be able to receive
The lessons of the Andes
And the call of the Amazon.
Needing nothing,
My timelines complete,
My love expressed,
But being given the gift of a new day.
Being told my path continues,
Another dimension opens.
How beautiful.
How epic.
But that’s only fitting.
The sun is in Scorpio,
And my birth moon was in Scorpio,
For The first time since I was initiated into this cosmology.
Let the new moon rise.
Beyond Mountains, More Mountains 