I want to write about who I am becoming—and about what I am leaving behind
I want to write about the web we are weaving to save the air we are breathing with the power of our minds
I am a shadow worker in gestation—seeing the cracks through which liberation comes
pouring libations and releasing incantations to channel the power of the moon and the sun
we are incubating a transformed future as we navigate viral apocalypse
this is a terrestrial and corporeal process through which we bring alchemy to destiny’s lips
my fire dance has become part of me—it is a medicine more powerful than morphine
it puts me at ease cleaning out debris–bringing forth and sowing divine transformational seeds
the shadow energy I feel emerging is the sacred power of the night
it is the wisdom we find in gestation under the sacred glow of starlight
it is a power that writhes like a dragon and clings with both talons to the feast in its lair
it moves like water celebrating her daughters as they swim Neptune’s depths with lungs of magical air
the power of the shadow worker is to mold our sacred fire to empower a new way of seeing
these subterranean and celestial forces writhe in gestation until they emerge as a potent and spiritual new way of being
The first image is used with consent: IG: @miamilux_ >> the creator of the mural is unknown
this poem was inspired by the wisdom of Naiimah Lovechild
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2020
