When the Full Moon Waxes in My Blood and Bones

When the Full Moon Waxes in My Blood and Bones

There is a shell rattle shaking 
in my belly, awakening a glowing
vibration that swells like a fire and climbs
the spiraling stairway vining up 
my spine. A dilating portal

shimmers a song of one 
voice echoing a mirror of bells
that gently shatter the darkness 
into fractals of emerald 
water and singing stones. 

I am the dreamer weaving
the story. I am the weaver
dreaming the fabric 
that ripples through the silvery 
spiderweb of consciousness. 

The pattern explodes a thought
into a million memories that exist
in this moment. All time is now, 
and every version is truth,
as we wander through this labyrinth of time.

~Suzette Winona Summers©

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