Up again

at 3am

the witching hour

That time of night

when the air softens

I’m tired but restless

tossing in my bed

decide to surrender

The wind

outside

is blowing hard

The cats crazy

feeling what I do

Chimes relentlessly whip

tree branches smacking

sure sounds wickedly wild

The moon

new born

only just this night

The universe

longs for intention

Sky a deeply pierced black

punctured by starlight

lulling out the magick

Hazy

I feel

the helpless call

Siren of soul

drawing Spirit on

To dance? To sing? To scream?

All and even more

as I’m enchanted whole

It is hard work to carry

all these preparations
to keep track of littles
to be mindful of bigs
to not forget the middle
to make sure the edges fit
yet in grace it all falls together
making the job one of witness
making the effort to release
joy existing to be received
if the credit can be given
and the glory never owned

Too long have I listened

confused and turned
by each passing tidbit
that might be learned
while ignoring the wisdom
evermore echoing within
Too long have I waited
tending to the past
planning for predictable
falling into old patterns
while allowing life to go
flowing by my expectations

This is my intention oh Mystery

to give all I am to life’s bliss
Even when love comes in misery
to persevere through each miss
Shedding ego’s morphing skin
becoming less, embracing more
Inviting Nature’s true power in
stepping fully into my lore
Love me as I love you Beauty
enchanting me with deliberation
In every delightful depth of me
bless me with primal consecration

Closing the eclipse portal

barely glimpse completion
at angel hour
Existing only to change
transforming evermore
recycling opposites
Waving lunacy’s rhythms
from earth’s black shadow
felt while hidden
Tugging at the spirit cords
attachments and limitations
signaling irritation