Incantation Of Being In The Now V (Blue Candle)

To the soft winds, unified voices, echoing on the winds traveling North    
Weary feet galloping to freedom as a stampeded in the night, stars      
above guiding its course      
To the raging storms in the cloak of South      
Sweat, blood, tears, silence of hindrance, chained speech, Come By Here      
My Lord, rang from mouths      
To the Sun shining its compassion for sovereignty upon the shores of the East      
Divinity, we break bread, alliance we greet, we sit upon the ancestral      
land to reverence in peace      
To the fire embers tossed in bellowing squalls of the West      
God tempers the land of depravity, burned offerings, land rooted in      
the soil of hellish and unrest      
      
Unto the blessing phrases of la Lune, I bow my head      
Allow my quill pen to dip in ink      
To indoctrinate this moment and do not deviate from words I’ve said      
My head bent, eyes closed as learning the meaning of life as a birthed child      
Mother Nature align my soul, my spirit, my mind, and detoxification      
under souls of disavowal         
     
Attune my ears to hear the outcries of ancient voices from Pharaohs,      
Emperors, Kings, riding on camels, chariots trudging in sand      
dunes      
Grant this world serenity, grant me virtues of truth when the hue of my skin has      
been downcast      
Unburdened reasons to soothe turbulent waters, whereas hatred or wicked talons      
have never outlasted      
     
The circle of inner beauty      
The ring of truth within    
The halo wraith of tribulation      
The soft moon serenade to the Moorish man, my King      
The phases of infinity have been beautifully completed      
     
Selah