Bone mother, ancient dreamer, guardian of thresholds, mystery keeper, wisdom holder, death walker.
You are become the portal that bridges worlds, you move toward the ancestors brimful of the beauty of this life. Dark moon blood mother, you are the hag stone through which we peer to glimpse the inbetween and the underneath and the inside out back to front becoming. Through you we are awakened to the sinuous serpent of life, clutched in your grasp. You do not fear the cycles transition, it's unfurling towards void, your trust in it's purpose is absolute. Like a moth you seek the one light and all lies fall away in your gaze. Sovereign sage, teach us to listen at the threshold with a fierceness that is grace, may we sprout the new shoots of tomorrow even as our talons draw the lifeblood forth, that will generate the new becoming, like owl we see deep into the darkness of time as it falls away and we know the fullness of all things, even as they are emptied.
~ Lucy Pierce, 2024