I stand under the Blood Moon
Watching with humbled reverence,
She sends her embrace, her sweet tune
Of strength, love, beauty’s essence.
As I draw down the moon
Into my sacred, holy place,
She enters in sweet commune
And blesses my heart’s space.
Knowledge and understanding
She graciously imparts,
Her gifts, notwithstanding,
Open the hidden arts.
She raises her daughter in adoration,
Imbues Her sacred wisdom,
I offer complete devotion
And dance to Her entrancing rhythm.
Dancing Her dance of ecstatic vision,
She demands surrender of body inflamed
An age old ritual, ancient tradition,
Lifting me to Her celestial plane.
It is in my open devotion
She allows my hallowed pilgrimage,
I enter Her holy temple as Her chosen,
Beatified, this my birth heritage.
CReneeHW ⓒ 10 / 8 / 14
Dancing Naked 