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help me be like a tree strong and mighty healing energy let me be like the wind always there no beginning or end guide my soul as i start again. sacred womb filled with deep desires divine flame that lights my fire guarding, guiding, dodging out the dark unique individual creating a spark. my sacred spider spirit guide i come to you within the night weaves webs of hope on my thorn pricked thighs morning rises dew drops drip on my bed water heals my worried dread reflections of truth act as a reminder to soften my heart and always be kinder may i always remember my destiny and who i was made to be remove my ego and pride so now i can see, IN LA'KECH i am u and u are me Maya Ixchel Morales
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 10:48 PM UTC
Words of an ancient soul
The moon's virginal silvern lustre drapes over the navy blue curtains There is a sacred power that the moon has, for it is the Left Eye of the goddess, Bast An Eye of Ra, Great Lady of the East, She Who Earned a Crown of the Orisha Her silverfire grants the felines power to turn the simple black cat into a panther at night As black, swift and silent as a raven's wing With eyes as green as a meadow in Spring Stalking the jungle with the darkness as her cloak But with darkness dawns a new and bright light For she is a Orisha with the sun in her heart For she passes the flame into the herb shaped like a heart, swept and burning with violet glow That burns through every vein of yours and then you rise, born again new Consume that flame, eat Her heart and she will meet you in the Ancestral Planes but take great care, as she grants you her presence and power on if you are worthy Under the glimmering borealis Flickers of violet and pink and white becoming moving flames with kisses of blue that stroke the various crests of clouds Lights that dance, ride and raise with   winds of hope and change though the infinite skies Hearing murmurs and voices the wind will blow around you, a changed spirit It is then you will know It is then you will see That Bast is smiling directly at you Come and meet the Panthers who molded the past in order to make sense and build the future Come and meet the Panthers who united the tribes, turning war to peace And now here comes the new King Who knows there is strength in unity For tribes divided can never stand And through learning that he possessed a naively closed mind, scrutinised the words spoken, not the ones who were speaking He was not his father but now with the Mantle passed, he must learn from his father's mistakes Prince T'challa of Wakanda Son of King T'chaka Rise from cub to the Panther on the protective prowl Seen worthy of Bast's blessings carries her Eye that is never blind He will remember all that his eyes have scene from his successes and struggles but also his heart The Heart of a King with the fire in his spirit Sprint o'er the sea towards the horizon The Black Panther who reigns over Wakanda How he stands proudly with a coat of black with his heart rooted and mind conscious of the mistakes of the past, has his eyes of the sunrise which has the world and beyond singing to the Sun, the Moon and Wakanda's sacred tune
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
Eye of Ubasti, Sun of Wakanda
The moon's virginal silvern lustre drapes over the navy blue curtains There is a sacred power that the moon has, for it is the Left Eye of the goddess, Bast An Eye of Ra, Great Lady of the East, She Who Earned a Crown of the Orisha Her silverfire grants the felines power to turn the simple black cat into a panther at night As black, swift and silent as a raven's wing With eyes as green as a meadow in Spring Stalking the jungle with the darkness as her cloak But with darkness dawns a new and bright light For she is a Orisha with the sun in her heart For she passes the flame into the herb shaped like a heart, swept and burning with violet glow That burns through every vein of yours and then you rise, born again new Consume that flame, eat Her heart and she will meet you in the Ancestral Planes but take great care, as she grants you her presence and power on if you are worthy Under the glimmering borealis Flickers of violet and pink and white becoming moving flames with kisses of blue that stroke the various crests of clouds Lights that dance, ride and raise with   winds of hope and change though the infinite skies Hearing murmurs and voices the wind will blow around you, a changed spirit It is then you will know It is then you will see That Bast is smiling directly at you Come and meet the Panthers who molded the past in order to make sense and build the future Come and meet the Panthers who united the tribes, turning war to peace And now here comes the new King Who knows there is strength in unity For tribes divided can never stand And through learning that he possessed a naively closed mind, scrutinised the words spoken, not the ones who were speaking He was not his father but now with the Mantle passed, he must learn from his father's mistakes Prince T'challa of Wakanda Son of King T'chaka Rise from cub to the Panther on the protective prowl Seen worthy of Bast's blessings carries her Eye that is never blind He will remember all that his eyes have scene from his successes and struggles but also his heart The Heart of a King with the fire in his spirit Sprint o'er the sea towards the horizon The Black Panther who reigns over Wakanda How he stands proudly with a coat of black with his heart rooted and mind conscious of the mistakes of the past, has his eyes of the sunrise which has the world and beyond singing to the Sun, the Moon and Wakanda's sacred tune
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An ebony goddess of beauty never seen she is African Caribbean a Nubian Queen. She the essence of her father she the essence of her mother in heart she is our sister in heart we are her brother in heart we are one in her as a fire like no other with her the world does turn with her our bellies burn as we long to be near her we love her not fear her she sings out we can hear her as she moves we can mirror all the light she projects what she adores she protects what is foreign she respects what is hostile she rejects. She is precious she is priceless with her presence we are warmly acquainted with her blessings we are joyfully painted. ~Miguel
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
An Orisha Honored