ita est

So much, I speak of Grandmother Moon, but

today, it’s you, Golden One. Sol, Aurora, Ra.

One who shines,

under which we grow, bathing us today in Your life-giving presence.

 

Let me reflect You,

may I draw up Your power, that which sears but also coaxes, and reflect it.

Let me be a prism, casting rainbows. Casting intentions.

 

But, today I am mourning for we see You wane. For so long You were arriving and now,

You start to move toward rest. I am not ready.

 

Let me gather You up in water, pour it over me and drink of You.

 

I’ll take the bounce, I’ll find my way through the dark nights coming, Your memory in my all-seeing mind’s eye.

 

I have this sadness. It is poignant. What will we do when You leave us to our doings?

 

Today I am foolish but I’ll make myself a beacon.

 

Oh, give us some more months of Your glimmer while I prepare for Your solemn leave-taking.

 

I’ll be a battery. I’ll feast on Your bounty, all the colors of the things that grow in Your light from the earth and they will become me. My skin soaks in the intensity of Your light until

I change underneath it.

 

We will carry You, project it. As I move my hands in little undulations as I do, lips softly muttering the seeds I sow, I’ll let a little of You escape, imbue.

Things that grow from me are in Your sacred name.

 

Ra, Aurora, Sol. Beiwe, Apollo, Eos,

Hemera, Electryone,

Áine.

 

Bel Sole,

bella vita,

ita est.

 

06.22.22

 

 

 

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