New Moon in Taurus

What if your bones were rocks?
If your blood, the rivers?
Your flesh the earth
Your skin the topsoil
Your eyes the sky?

Would you be a little more kind?

What if the roundness of your belly was luxurious?
If your fullness, a joy?
Your crooked smile a sign of authenticity
Your wrinkles a map of where you’ve been
Your voice a singular note of the divine?

Would you accept yourself as something that just is?

What if you ate without apology?
If you enjoyed without remorse?
If you lounged without limit
Kissed without a goal
Made love because that’s what your body asks you to do?

Could you allow yourself to simply be?

Run your hands through your wilds
Let your senses lead the way
Cuddle until two heartbeats are one
Stay grounded in your own embrace.

Love your body
Love your body
Love your body

It’s everything beautiful of the Earth made into a perfect you.