This soundless moment crumbles away
as we kneel down to receive the Goddess's song
sailing the stars, repeating anonymous words
while the blue Moon gets immortal and strong.

The open skies accept our raised hands,
melting the hours in a dreamy spell,
the trees, the mountains whisper incantations:
Divinity lies in things we can't tell.

As we unzip the night with payers and incense,
Mother Moon embraces us, modelling fate,
embroidering winds, sewing poems,
opening our souls and our hearts gate.

Sacredness is here living with grace.
It is within those who merry meet
for we walk the path with love and trust,
honoring the perfect words so sweet.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

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