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

By iiiYansaje T. Muse

iiiYansaje T. Muse is a spiritual counselor, poet, visual artist, author, Priestess of Oya in the Ifa/Orisa Spirituality, and sole creator of 222.9 The Mothership Internet Radio. She enjoys bringing and artistic and practical application to spiritual living!

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