Regenerating The Ancients
Synergy of my soul
The desert sand is hot
Salvia Apiana grows wild
Peyote wands are nearby
Feathers of peafowls
Smudge sticks are the healing flames
Within the shadowy confidence of darkness
I am formed into the spherical light
Shrouded by the moonspun dreamers dream
Eclipsing before the stars of the universe
Naked with the whispering windtides
I become a unified quake among the celestial breadth
Where Spirit Moon whispers my name
To the intimacy within the soul of souls
Birthing inside me the true life of my own soul
Again and again and again
Regenerating the ancients
Living within an all eternal sunrise
They woke me
They call me by my other name:
Morning Moon…
may the Spirit of the Wolf
always bless your soul...
Lady Vivian
Yours xoxo