AwkwardAngel

Wake up early in the morning, when the dew sets on grass. Collect some morning dew and few strands of blades, and collect them in a small bottle.

Saying this invocation:

Early morning rays, of silver dew on blades. I ask on their tears for love that’s sincere. The scent of musk within the earth, I ask for a lover that is unearthed. The morning will slowly brighten the dark, Where shades of him and myself, ignite and spark. No longer will love hide, And so it is.

If I was the sky, I’d have two eyes. One for warmth and one for tides. Bringing Gaia, bringing life. Stars, patterns. Within a web, where we lay our heads. Spiders and flies, in a survival demise.

After all this, do we still rise? Planets swirling, my heart is yearning. Love is burning, and I am in the urn. After all this, do we still need to learn?

The moon was still out this morning!

It felt like a blessing.

Maybe sun and moon got to see one another for a moment.🌈🌞🌕🌈I believe soulmates or twin flames are mostly birthed on these special days.

The pictures doesn’t do justice!

Card: Aries

or else

REST IN PEACE.

P.S.

I’m not talking about the planet, I ’m talking about incarnation!

Is sufjan stevens, really mercury pretending to be sufjan stevens?

I keep deep messages of YHWH imbedded in his songs.

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I am the pomegranate, with a dark lover lord.

Find me beneath soil covered in a snowy coil.

With spring clothing in a winters, death.

Fetus position, I am returning to lifeless black.

Descending into the womb, of my earth.

An innocent lamb, and a lion in a Holy church.

The bride, the groom and an impending doom.

Spring showers, bring my death bed flowers.

For I will rest, in lovers breasts.

A Mormon man, a mother.

He held me close to his temple.

Thought of words and smiled simple.

Gentle as a strand of grass; against my innocence.

He hollowed out of my eyes and spilled his rainbow.

Buried in compartments with a window.

I get perverted like the moon,

I am purity., forming from impurities. Though my fruits are in a collision. Conflict between rotten and then the ripend. Born innocent as a lamb. thrown in the water rain mud. Black sheep, I swear, it’s just the murky water.