the ever unfolding rose, thorns and all.

anti-fascists are beauty-full <3

Hi! Sharing today's poem, take care.

[Languages used: Nahuatl, English)

"Candlelight

full moonlight

filling my cup

seeing you show up

your intention

gazing into my tea

lemongrass dreams

to be lucid

curiousity

like seeds on

fertile grounds

rosepetal borders

moongazing

in my nest above the clouds

dried rose stems weave

thorny base

grounded like reeds

quiet evenings

pre-spring

rooted in between

photographic memories

eternal soft glow

silhouttes do sing

only the serpent can transform poison to medicine

and the winds soften my obsidian edges

for this moment

ce tochtlee"

Sincerely,

2pinkbraids

Welcome to my first blog post/digital diary.

Will follow up with an about me soon. <3