A Prayer to the High Priestess Who Rules the Exalted Moon

What would it take to wholly transform our hearts?

Earth pressing into the crisp air, mountains cascading into the sky

With the deep quaking Om of creation relentlessly humming in our bodies.

God/dess of just war, of trials of the heart, the ruler over this world that we live in,

Invite me to embrace you in dance on this darkest day of the year.

Seduce me into a new way of being seen in the world and of valuing myself.

Let me find twisted pleasure in the comfort of structure.

In the vaulted bones of the earth, far from the low fertile fields of spring

Where we fucked and fed each other strings of grapes -

We can shiver and die without accepting that it takes more than good feelings to last.

The cave in my heart roars as the earth moves within it,

That Moon you exalt dragging this weighted anchor back into our past

Exposing skeletons and feeling we’ve been over this and over this before.

Jagged bones of earth, polished bones of ancestors

Hold me with the force of your gravity, but don’t hold me back from my Self.

About Tiger:

Tiger Rahman (they/them/he/his) is a Personal Coach and Futuristic trans queer strategist promoting mental liberation through yoga; leadership and astrology nerd. Classes and writing 👇🏾linktr.ee/liveyourownlife