Using quartz crystal 

on a cancer full moon. 

My crystal 

charged and cleansed

with moon water and smoke. 

Ah, smoke.

The joy I feel 

thinking of that sacred exhale,

of herb smoke 

leaking from my lips;

a gift to the Gods and all Divinity.

I rise to meet them, open

receptive.

The whole world vibrates 

and I can feel 

every

subtle

pulse 

that moves through me 

or around me. The world 

alive 

and myself 

just spiralling through it all 

like a wave.

A pause. A breath.

Back to hear and now.

The clock ticking, 

humanness resumes. 

An altar surrounded by clutter 

and clothes like mountains, 

much like deep within my mind. 

Everything sacred and messy, 

so many piles to unravel, 

pulling of threads

to reuse again

to weave 

into a new form 

this time more aligned, Divine.

This is how we grow; consistently 

and consciously 

tidying, destroying and creating. 

So malleable. I shape myself 

more beautifully 

each day,

each breath, 

even if the thought hurts 

and presses back.

Dark clouds in blue skies, 

still I rise. 

The spiral journey, the Labyrinth.

We walk this 

whether we act 

or pause

step back 

or leap forward.

And I seek leaps.

Fearfully indeed. 

Terrified 

but I need it. 

My soul calls it 

in the midnight screams

in cloudy dreams. 

A beckoning

I cannot hide, 

deny 

or choose 

to not abide by.

So into the abyss I go,

joyfully afraid.

~Charlotte McFarlin