Vast ebony sky bespeckled with stars Mirror in serene waters Ever so gently swaddling my boat's hull. I meditate starboard, my inner light A triskele supernova Amongst vivid opalescent galaxies — Foremothers taproot within labyrinths Cradling blest Phoenix Fires, Mandalas radiating ancient hope: Womb blood nourishes quiet litanies Of countless generations Whispered before aflame beeswax tapers — Ripe invocations to future daughters ... "Awaken freedom's embers Precariously choked by projections!" Autonomy, unalienable right, Incinerates gilded lies Uttered by patriarchy’s wagging tongues: Vibrant microcosmic multiverses Swirl within all expressions Of holy liberated Mystery. I meditate starboard, my inner light A triskele supernova Amongst vivid opalescent galaxies — Fortified macrocosmic consciousness Blazing in serene waters Ever so gently swaddling my boat's hull.
Journal Prompts: Describe the connection you have with generations past, present, and future. In what ways do you manifest their prayers? What spiritual legacy do you want to leave kin — both those of blood and those of choice? How do you visualize doing so?