Monday, March 11, 2013
New moon tonight, and I will cast an invocation
Light as a feather and we don't need an invitation
For all the people who are called to love
To everything they can or cannot have
Fools who count the days instead of memories
We run far and we run high to tell our stories
When glasses of spirits and smokes fill the air
Pulses and palms and hearts are all bare
To all four directions, North East West South
Listen to each mantra uttered from my mouth
This circle shall be binded by a curse or a blessing
All to be felt with the moon rising
I bind thee for clarity and the gift of vision
Of abundance, freedom, and right decision
By the power of three times three
This spell bound around shall be
To cause no harm and return to me
This is my will so mote it be.
9knots | 08:07 pm
Never stop asking
Of other writings
Roar until you hear yourself.
I am not who you're looking for.