Under the dark of the new moon emerges a path once laid dormant. It’s willows awakened by the winds of change, it’s branches stretching from their long slumber. She is ready to emerge from the cocoon of her hidden DNA, once oppressed but never erased. Fear once blanketed the seed, sleeping as in hibernation has been removed, the time has come to bloom! The new moon is the time to wake slowly, to stay in the soft darkness of her glow and start to shake off time.
New moon bring light to the path, align us with your rhythm.
Teach us the way of your cyclic nature moving now from being driven.
Unseen horses we were once with silent expectations as our whips.
Guide our comings, guide our goings in step now with your great shifts.
Temple of Why 