Libra Moon whispered, wake up. Durational art has begun, 36.5 Phases of the Moon. Bhakti yogi art making me ready to play. Om Namah Shivia!
The Sentinel, Keeper of the Vision, stands partially
immersed with Caribbean sea tide level just below her heart. It will rise and
lower again on her stillness before she leaves that very particular spot.
With all of my being dedicating the moments to come,
blessing Mama the Earth; so grateful for art to hold this place of worship.
Akumal, Place of the Turtle, sacred ground, sacred waters being polluted for
greed. All I know to do is pray into the dance.
Sadhana in motion when I slip into my seat; a trio of arms
spread wide, hearts facing the Standing Woman marking time. Moon globe warms my
back, Morning Star luminously bright in the pre-dawn Eastern sky. Moonshine
absorbs the light of Venus glimmering on deep blue liquid. Soon her narrow
light emerged, laser-like, sparkling my feet into the sea while moon lowered
into the Western coconut palms.
Right hand holding three crystals-one a wand, left copal,
Venus said step in and dip the stones. Standing between Moon and Planet,
Sentinel before me, a counterclockwise dance begins, circling. In the numinous
place at the edge where land meets sea, making magic, chanting, praying for
this particular place on the planet, for the Water and her creatures, for Earth
and her creatures: Lokah Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu, May All Beings Be Free of
Suffering, May All Beings Be Happy.
Venus moves higher, Moon slips behind the stranded palms; I plant my prayer stick on the open wound. Sentinel holds her Place.
Grateful to be a maker again for a moment: Moon ride.
Inspired by and dedicated to Sarah Cameron Sunde
http://www.sarahcameronsunde.com/
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