Chandra

The moon has always been there, lodged like a splinter inside my chest – she kept me safe. 

I’ve returned, more present than ever before.

I flow through my arms and down, 

in descending motion my body is a tree trunk, 

my arms are branches, 

my legs roots. 

The moon is full again tonight 

her plenitude fills me up. A craving for her to move me like she moves the sea. 

I conjure her attention. 

Slowly I desquamate like a snake – leaving behind the need for belonging. 

I belong to nature and its devotion to growth. 

I no longer sell my Self short to hollow hands –

to eyes blind from a lack of light.

Now I become a canvass of creativity – I will paint my path and write poems on the sole of my feet and worship the god rooted inside me. 

This darkness I follow will carry me home. 

“There is a Force within that gives you life.

Seek that.”

Rumi