The Blood Red Moon Sees Us

We are under the light of a full moon - and not just any moon, but one that hums with blood, memory, and fire.

September’s full moon rises in the watery realm of Pisces, but there’s something deeper moving beneath it. A red-threaded tide that speaks of endings, washings, and the unseen. Some call these kinds of moons “Blood Moons,” and whether or not the sky shows her crimson veil these next few days, the energy is unmistakable.

The old ways rise in us. The bindings loosen. The veils burn.

This poem Blood Red Moon taken from the Voice of the Dragon poetry collection arrived many years back through me in one such moment, and yet just as cycles return upon the Great Spiral it continues to speak to me, to the cycles that rise within, to the heat beneath our surface, and to what it means to return… to ourselves. Sending you all Full Moon Blessings here from the Temple Room as we begin to dream a new dream.

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Blood Red Moon

Blood Red Moon, sees me,

feels us, knows you.

Burning away the ignorant veils

that disguise our Being.

Clearing away the dirt and grime,

the unwashed ways, that no longer serve

their ancient purpose.

For these are new times

and with them, come new dreams,

new visions

and new ways

All that is not joined by Love

is undone

as the bindings of obligation

fall away

No longer, will the Will

of Man or Woman

dominate,

in the making of this new world

As cycles cross over, starting anew

a flexibility of spirit will be called forth

as all that does not bend

becomes broken,

as thermal fires

heat us to molten core

so we may shape ourselves

into something better,

something less arrogant

than the image of the An,

the gods of yester-year

Finally

we can Stand,

in our own divinity,

humbled two legged

who never should have tampered

with the gene pool

Remaining instead,

as the Yeti have,

the Ancient Ones,

those who Remember

Growing

like the Wild Ones,

those who have waited

for so long,

like us

to come Home

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