Full Moon Magic in the realm of Whole Time: a spell-poem-prayer May the artifice of race be unspelled, even as different cultures and individuals are held in the embrace of robust self-determination and mutual respect. May the dividing lines, drawn from fear-of-other, be erased in service of the common cause that binds us together. May the illusion of scarcity be dissolved into a hand-held sustenance which feeds the hunger for freedom from oppression. May the incarceration of prisons and ideologies be dissolved by a fiercely quaking relentless march towards all-encompassing liberation. May truths be told, and amends be made, with humble and earnest commitment to face and compost the pain into a life sustaining love. May the accumulated griefs, heavy-hanging and solidified, become the sweet life giving waters which grow the garden of promise for a just world. So mote it be.
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 08:13:21 +0000
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