Flower Moon
A dream of my womb
A graveyard,
I let that go back to where it came from
My dream let a garden grow
A red cardinal
Sung two me twice
While the flower moon rested above us
Sleeping to the sound of ocean waves
My life is being lived
Momentous
With a Golden arch
Reaching through our poles
A north and south node
As are all things
I want to thank every one of my readers this week.
This is the second week where I am writing very much from my soul.
I thank you all for being here <3
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With love
Freeta,
Joy and a sense of coming home to one’s self is writ large in this gorgeous poem. You’re a wonderful poet Freeta.
For me, I’m definitely getting a sense of celestial cycles , direction setting, and energy levels, all emanating from the pull, and magnetic force, of the moon, mirrored through feminine energy ….