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Whispers of the Aquarius Dark Moon

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A massive, mystical tree with bare branches stands under a starry sky. A woman in a dark dress approaches, as another figure peeks from a hollow.

In the stillness where shadows sigh,

A path unfolds beneath the sky.

Soft winds whisper, the forest hums,

A call to stillness—here it comes.


Black Tara waits, her presence deep,

A guardian of the truths we keep.

With gentle grace, she bids release,

A shedding skin, a tender peace.


The serpent winds through roots and stone,

Its movement soft, yet wholly known.

Wooden strength and wisdom flow,

A rhythm ancient, steady, slow.


Aquarius dreams in sky-lit streams,

Carving paths through tangled themes.

A breath of vision, bold and free,

Invites the soul to truly see.


Up the tree, the branches climb,

Through stars that pulse beyond all time.

A higher view, a clearer sight,

Where shadows melt in sacred light.


Then down we come, with steady care,

Through earth and root, the body’s prayer.

To the garden, where soil is kind,

We plant intentions, heart and mind.


Brigid steps with flame in hand,

A glowing spark for seeds we’ve planned.

Tending light in sacred fire,

Igniting dreams, our hearts’ desire.


The forest sings, the circle holds,

The moon reflects what time unfolds.

With gratitude, we find our way,

Through dark to dawn, to the birth of day.

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