The Spirits Journey

Our spirits just want to be seen by 

The body in which they are tethered

There is deep pleasure in knowing yourself, I say to my friend in the mirror 

Quivering, awakening from childhood, 

I let out a scream that shatters all holds and conditions  

A bloody, messy birth

A full moon, a new name and full-bodied intentions are in order

A gust of air rushes in with the smell of smoke

Holy water, sacred whispers, pulsating life all on the inside 

This chunk of eternity throbbing to be the center of attention 

A jewel having waiting thousand of years to finally be held 

in a soft gaze 

Full of adoration and an endless ocean of questions 

As to how they even got here?