May we reveal our abundance without shame.

may we peel back our sleeping wintry layers...

like snakeskins, like the silk chrysalis,

like clothing cast off during love.

May we unravel with abandon like lover’s knots

before knitting ourselves back to the heart.

May we settle into our own rhythms as tides do

within the borders of the moon’s calling.

May the music of our soul

be accompanied by grand gestures

and the persistent clapping of hummingbirds wings.

May the milky fingers of the moon

reach down nightly to cherish and unveil us.

May we turn our bodies generously in it’s light

like tranquil fish glinting underwater,

like precious stones.

When we open our mouths to sing

may the seasons pause in their long journey

to listen and applaud.