With Venus and Neptune in Pisces, it is said that us Pisceans may be blessed with a greater sense of daydreams and creativity in coming weeks. I believe this is true, as this week my muse has blessed me with great poetic vision. Where my words have been vessel-dry in the past year or two, this week they have poured forth...so much so I've had to quickly write my whims or forever lose them to the abyss of memory!
I am looking forward to gathering more creative, dreamy moments from the celestial blessings of this new moon. And I hope all my friends (far-flung and close alike) will also receive the divinity of Mother Moon.
In honor of this new moon, I was inspired to write a poem. This poem is about dreaming, about being Pisces, being a woman, and being me.
New Moon Ritual
Moon, pockmarked by a
timeless time, magic born
across the sea at night,
and when the waves roll back
a concave of what's been
born beneath my feet remains.
I search for no meaning,
ankle-deep in a new beginning,
for this horizon has just
been born, unmarried by
the blood of past dharma.
I do not dare swirl
my expectation into it's destiny,
nor mix my pride with
restless trauma.
There's no place beneath
this piece of sky,
for anything but words:
Mercury spinning past Aquarius,
Pisces awaiting a message.
Water upon ages of water,
invisible raft of my heart
among the waves, it rushes on.
I am but a drop into
the glitter of this vast space,
energy interchangeable;
in comparison to eternity,
I am small enough to obscure
as glint off sea-glass.
But I have been woman
for eons, warrior much longer.
I am not white and meaningless,
I am old soul, ancient magic.
The moons' promises beat
against my body, invisible wings.
I weave dreams into reality
on the last call of a night crow.
I am dark sea in moonglow,
I am light cast against dark,
I gather Venus in my palms and
drink the manna of agelessness,
young skinned, blue-eyed.
©Stacy Stephens
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