Calling on the Moon

You are a poem with breath

The wing of a dragonfly

Healing rain from the soul of existence

Calling on to the moon 

To let her magic feel the heart of mother earth

Together, creating ebbs and flows

Manna from heaven falling upon lovers in ecstasy 

The altar of love becoming the cradle of noble souls

Doing the sacred work

Healing

Aligning with the winds of peace

Penetrating roots crawling to crevices that hurt

Oceans overflowing with justice...

Love...

So much love

And forgiveness 

Acceptance of what can't be changed

Becoming whole 

Belonging with skin and bones 

To the evolved human nobility of soul and self...

There is no other way

This is the way

The only way

To survive 

To become

To be.

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Poem by  Corina Luna Dea

Archaeology for the Woman's Soul

Accept

I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. 

And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. 

You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you ..

~ C. JoyBell C. ~

Artist Credit : Holly Sierra