A Black Moon is Rising
as I tossed and turned in bed unable
to fall into a fit-less sleep.
"Is it beecause you were published?"
he asked me this morning.
(Yesterday, Elephant Journal published a piece of mine, "Dance is My Religion," in their online journal. You can read it here.)
"I've been published before," I told him,
as we bathed in the beauty of LOVE.
As new life unfurls and unfolds all around US,
we root deeper into what we've always known.
That all we need is each other, everything we've been seeking
is here now, and that there is "no one" outside of us who will finally give permission to bee all that we've dreamed or who will play the right tune to make us 'ecstatic' or who will make the perfect move so that we can just relax, let go and bee.
AUTHENTIC POWER IS EACH OF OUR BIRTHRIGHTS. It comes from within - nowhere else.
The Time is NOW.
The POWER Is YOU.
Tune In.
Set You Intention(s).
BEE LOVE.
EMANATE PEACE.
(And, Peace doesn't neccessarily mean beeing friends with everyone. Rather, it can mean allowing others to bee wherever they are, while you enjoy beeing exactly where you are, without any negative charged gossip, energy, or otherwise loss of precious lifeforce energy. "You are there and I am here and it is perfect," you can say in Peace.)
VIBRATING IN SHARED HARMONY IS PLANET EARTH'S DESTINY.
N ~ O ~ W.
