Both shattered deeply yet hoped,
Found in the bittersweet of the wreckedge that we called home.
Both found in fragments yet healed,
Like the bloom crawling beneath the ashes of what we called home.
Both torn-apart yet smiled,
So that the beauty of untouched could shine.

We both loved,
Loved the things that hurt us the most.
We both cared,
Cared the things that ruined us the most.
We both trusted,
Trusted to the people who wounded us the most.
We both learned,
Learned the things that made us who we are.

We became the cracks that matched,
Together despite it all.
We stichted by the same storm,
Together as a whole.
We wore our wounds like vows,
Together not like anyone else we know.

Love after the fall,
Felt like nothing else before.
Love in the ruins of us,
Nobody else could do ever before.
Love of the scent,
The babylike smell that one could ever wish for.
Love between those lips,
Something that addicts more and more.

The things that I love most,
Hidden behind your every move.
The things that I adore most,
Hidden behind the heavenly eyes of yours.

She is a young Warrior of Hearts, fierce yet thoroughly kind with the help of the Earth and a black Jaguar at her side, always. She has learned to command the Energies of the earthly Elements and channel the calm and unconditional and powerful Energy of her Brother and friend in Spirit, the silver light, who is a young man, modest but strong, short Hair and kindness shining from his entire figure. He deeply loves the Earth and she has gifted him with all sorts of green leaves and vivid flowers thruout their time together. She has the Warrior Dance in her blood, knows no chronology, number or comparison. She knows the Moment, the fight, the dance, and was born for that. She has wild, colorful hair to her shoulders with braids and feathers sticking out. Her face is painted with the Red Marks of War, and her eyes are steady and sparkle golden. She has the statue of a teenager, but she is slender and strong. Her only  armour is a golden chest protector, a short fluffy skirt of feathers and fur, and a silver moonstone around her neck. She uses her right hand and on her palm there is a Spiral Tattoo. He and she fight together now, side by side. And in harmony. She lets him surround her in his silver flame If she needs it, and she amazes him.
Quietly, but ever present and deep, sits the Moon Goddess in her pink lotus, wearing a simple long dress out of the fabric of the Universe itself, bright Stars stichted into it. She does not need to look at them to see them. Yet she holds the space for them to interact and dance. She is beautiful and timeless, a deep sense of calmness and integrity surround her. She feels affectionate towards them, and yet does not need to name her resonance for it always surrounds them, too.

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The Moon Goddess has accepted her Name and yet can accepts many names and none. Her Name does not define her, but it makes tangible what she has to offer to whom ever is willing to listen in the stillness. Her children are not only playing, they are putting her into Action, by their very own will. Her gaze resides on them in quiet amazement, and a glint of motherly pride moves her spacious Heart. They remind her.

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