Moon and bodily spellcasting

“Full Moon hug” by Isabel A Hermosillo on Unsplash

The night of full Moon
reunited several nocturnals.

Feeble candle’s light created the silence;
and a city beyond our sight
did nothing to hide the Moon
— whose rays shone up and above
from the observants of the night.

Chants emerging within smiles:

“Fire, sacred fire
burning through the night
come to me in my sleep time
bring me visions of light”

And the fire within us was but a silent dancer
as incense floated around our eyes.

Bodily spellcasting;
sometimes, you are hugged
through the feelingly warm contact
of other bodies.

Writer, saunterer, and tea contemplator. Stories get tangled among my hair and take the form of writings, poems and photography. Bilingual zealot.

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Isabel A Hermosillo

Isabel A Hermosillo

Writer, saunterer, and tea contemplator. Stories get tangled among my hair and take the form of writings, poems and photography. Bilingual zealot.

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