Our Full Moon

tree-mandala

full moon plush

ready to emerge

into night

 

to blossom forth

to glide across

the sky

 

i, too, find

a fuller experience

of my body

 

a move to

dance and soar

among stars

 

to embrace

the shadows from

the glow of light – TS

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Let Us Dance

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Let us fuse our grand dreams
and merge our ideologies,
until they gather like stardust
and fill the missing pieces.
 
Let us forget what divided
and see through to what’s true,
and move from heart with grace.
Let us dance. Let us dance. – TS

Let’s Dance Under the Moon.

The call of the
deep blue
a dive into a place
where shadows are
remembered,
but far from this
womb of our
protection.
For today,
the play of light,
the array of hues
we dream in,
that soften our
cries
and heal what
hurts.
We are called
to dance.
Let’s move in
this way,
where the watery
edges blur
and only comfort
remains
and we are
under the
hopeful half
moon. – TSdscf5877

Rained Down Hope {poem}

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

 

I am quiet so

her invitation comes closer.

The mermaid myth moves like velvet wind in me, I must have

seen her before,

from behind, arching toward the sun at our horizon,

there she is in that one great sky-cloud, in the space between rain coming down for days.

In the rain too, of course, where she reigns without sigh or remorse, or holding back her soundless breathless mirth that waits.

She cries, O goddess in you!

from the goddess in her.

I cry back,

Thank you for being found!

Because today is a day for building worlds,

it’s too late to retroact

To mourn

To scream confusion

To bellow in your ears for compassion.

It’s too late to take the night and set it on fire and throw down the day with bloodied brushstrokes and swords that gleamed the centuries away.

Down with taking down!

So we turn to the mermaid who has been bathing her wisdom with soft feather breath these long years, encasing it with an ever-moving grace, fluid, readying it for our awakening, ready to

Be

Move

Dance

Touch

Hush the mountains of our rained down hope.

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

*This article was first published in elephant journal.