HOMAGE TO THE DARK MOON by Emelina Holland

I wrote this poem to capture my personal spiritual practice as a Practical Mystic...

Free poetic form became to me a sacred way to express its wholeness, to describe it and to share with others for teaching purposes. Most importantly, it nourishes my soul each time I read it. I feel I have captured a moment, a sacred ritual and its essence. No matter what I am feeling or where I am, this poem is alive and transforms into a prayer, a beautiful reminder to me. It reconnects me with the void of creation, the universal spiritual source of life, hope and renewal. Above all, it is a reminder that no matter what is going on in my life, I am never alone and I am always supported by Life itself. It brings me a deep sense of trust and security based on the truest resources there are, the mystical ones that is.

Homage to the Dark Moon
by Emelina Holland

In the dark of the Sacred Cosmic Womb
when the Moon gracefully hides from the Sun,
I am a child being nurtured and cared for
where I receive all I need from my Mother Earth,
where my whole being gets replenished with abundant love
by the Universal Divine Source
with a mystically glorious umbilical cord.

In the dark of the Sacred Cosmic Womb
I listen to the void
and the silence guides me peacefully
into the magical unknown;
where my heart gets to see
more possibilities beyond
what my mind could have
ever been able to support.
The ocean of my dreams begin to bubble up
and then is when I pick
the ones that feed my heart,
the ones that enrich my life,
the ones with which
I can hold with my hands;
the ones with which
with my Divine Destiny align.

I plant their seeds inside my womb
and when the sun light kisses the moon,
I resurface with new eyes
and with a richer passion for life…
I embrace the Sacred with open arms
I am born anew
as I AM.

Emelina Holland (Moon Jaguar Sees the Dawn): I am a High Priestess of Love & Womb Keeper of Sacred Creative Manifestation. A Practical Mystic, Healer, Metaphysical Artist, Author, Educator, Singer, Mother, Sister & Wife. I am also the Founder of the Sacred Flame Sisterhood Circle, Sacred Root Dance, Creative Spirituality, The Creative Womb’s Magic & Creative Motherhood Teachings. The work I do has been birthed through the many years of my own spiritual awakening and personal healing. Poetry to me is a very versatile form of creative expression, one that has served me and others as a deep healing and transformational tool. I also use poetry to practice intentional creativity using the magic of words and the power of intention to craft incantation prayers, songs and magical chants for manifestation, personal and spiritual development. I truly enjoy utilizing free form poetry as a tool to channel, explore and to teach wisdom as well as for storytelling. Connect with me on Facebook here, or my Sacred Flame Sisterhood Circle here.

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