I can feel
A Cold Winter is Coming
I bow to the mysterious breath of the trees
Dew Drops thickening in the air
The flaps of the birds wings
I can feel the dew drops around me
thickening
I can feel
I hear the moon
La Luna is talking
La Luna esta hablando
I can feel
La Luna esta hablando
La Luna esta hablando
I can feel the cold winter
La Luna esta hablando
by Marcy Angeles
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Marcy Angeles
Marcy Angeles is a Disabled Two-Spirit Nednhi Apache & Guamares Band of Chichimeca writer, painter, musician, dj and freelance journalist from Southern New Mexico.
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Spirit Transcends The Body:
The body, a vessel, a car that our spirit moves in the physical realm. The Body, where our intentions become kept promises and kisses are candle wax that seals the envelop. The Body, the hair that connects us to our common Mother. The Body, the mouth that is the cave in which the melody of our magmatic souls becomes a song in the world. The Spirit, our essence, a smoky string of divinity - a gift from Creator. The Mind, the emergence of Magick of the Soul meeting the Body. The Universe, The Great Mystery to which our Spirits are Trees sustaining the forest that is one giant network.
By Marcy Angeles 3 years ago in Interview
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