Universal love
the world needs some,
moonbeam magic
pink like the inside of a birth canal
rose quartz in its purest form
blessing
while addressing
impurities
transforming into
sure to be’s
rinsing.
Rinsing in moonbeams
tossing in storms
of rain and tears
turned water to wade in
puddles to play then
grow.
Grow that good, lush
chocolate grass
sang it Teddy
think I better let it go…
libations
to feel the sensation
of the mothers
under
the moon’s pink fullness
my heart feels lighter
even fighters
rest their machetes sometimes
beneath pink spotlights
blue washing my space
I face the world as water.
Gooosebumps on my bareback race
until they cover my landscape
and run the clocks back
to close the ancestral lashes
not bashful
in bare cinnamon inscense clouds
and healing stones
I give thanks.
Ever manifesting
in suggestion it aligns
citronella candles to the sky
Libra hosted this event
my moonchamber with scales
injustice impaled
iba se Olokun
She who houses whales
my love is now one with the firmament
and love never fails.
Mojuba Yemoja
for sending me Your moon…
full, pink and beaming
vibing on all these 2’s…
4.22.2019