It is what it is

Moon juice paired, With gems & stones. Candle lit, With intent on a scroll. Storms have brewed, In a 5 year drought. Now I'm calling, The spirits out. Listen close, To the spirits voice. They're already here, They all rejoice. Raven perched, On a flimsy limb. Saying, Forever more again & again. Storms have brewed, In a 5 year drought. Make no mistake, They are around. Listen close to the wind that blows. Make a choice or die alone. Time has taken the virgin mind. All that's left is the sands of time. Chaos is black, the order is white. Balance is met in the dark of night. R.K.H 07/07/2025