For a long time it was my friend
An energy of smallness, dryness
Of pulling in, contracting
Staying on the surface
An energy of walls and barriers
Miserable, hopeless survival
Body, mind and spirit drying up
In a painful, slow death
It comes now, many a morning
To invite me in
It reminds me how long we were together
It tries to tell me that it's familiar arms
Are the only comfort I will ever know
It wants me to find in it's cold, brittleness
A home
It wants to feed on me, like before
But, NO. I say no. Not this time. No more.
I'm a Witch
I don't need to play small
I'm not afraid to dive deep
I've made love with the dark and the light
I have no need of walls and barriers
I am one with All
Protection, transmutation live in me, they go before me
And surround me, at my word
I am beautiful, wise, fierce and juicy
You will not make of me
A barren landscape
The High Priestess is my sister
She stands behind one shoulder
Archangel Michael stands behind the other
They remind me of who and what I am
In those moments when I get lost
I honor my ancestors
Their music is a part of my life's symphony
Blessings continued
Limiting patterns lifted and transmuted
I speak with The Mighty Dead
I respect and listen to faeries and elemental spirits
Plants and animals are trusted advisors
I travel in dream time
Mystery is a beloved companion
I love to learn
I am well aware I know so very little!
My life is craft, and art
In fulfilling my life
I am best in service to others
The circle of giving and receiving
Endless blessings of prosperity shared
I am never powerless
And so I do not need my cold friend, come back to visit and tempt me.
I'm having none of it
And so I bind it and send it on its way
A trip to the violet fire
So no other can become it's host
Some old friends are a welcome visit
Others are not
And today, I made the final break
With that one
Blessed Be!
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