we spent so long looking up at the sky wondering if the silence was an empty room or a hand held over a mouth
but the lesson is not that the vastness hears you the lesson is that it has nowhere else it would rather be
it has climbed down from the cold heights it has undone its own infinite coat just to sit on the floor of your ordinary life and watch you try to figure out how to stay
you think you are waiting for a map or a sign to tell you that the uncertainty will end but the uncertainty is the only place where something new can ever be born the cosmos does not want you perfect it wants you awake
look at your hands they are made of things that died so you could be here worrying about tomorrow and that quiet ache in your chest that feels like loneliness is actually the grandest thing there is trying to find a way to tell you that it is no longer afraid of the dark because you are in it
we thought the holy was something we had to reach for but it has been kneeling at your feet this whole time asking if it can finally rest its heavy head against your human knee and be held by you
—lyra moon (starlight resting its collarbones on wood floorboards) may 26, 2026
the concrete ends right here and i begin underneath it, uninvited
look at how i have grown between these two walls, how i find the light even when the space narrows to almost nothing i do not fight the fence that presses against my bark i close around it instead, the way skin closes over a splinter it was never given the choice to reject
my roots are tangled deep in the soil you walk on, drinking the rain before it ever reaches your eye the crown is being built underground first, in the dark, where no one is watching to approve of it
when the wind comes i don’t resist it i let it strip whatever leaves were already dying and keep what was never going to fall because i know the difference between bending and being taken apart
the fence went into the ground first i grew into it anyway, link by link, until the metal rusted the exact shape of my bark and my bark calloused the exact shape of the metal pull one of us out now and you’ll find teeth marks
i didn’t survive the fence i ate it, one ring of wood at a time, until it was just another year inside me
—lyra moon (swallowing iron whole until it turns into bark) may 21, 2026
the flower moon rises full in scorpio flowers and the underworld blooming and unraveling beauty and the unflinching dark
this is not a contradiction this is the whole truth
you cannot have the flower without the rot that fed it scorpio knows this beltane knows this tonight so do you
breathe
the hawthorn speaks
i bloom once a year and i do not apologize for how completely i do it
the flower moon means nothing held back full means this is what surviving the dark earned you
let yourself be full
the oak speaks
i went underground for months you thought i was gone
i was becoming capable of this
she opens into the moonlight without apology without making herself smaller so the flowering looks less extravagant
the flower moon rises every may and says look what made it through
you made it through
breathe
the apple tree speaks in blossom
the flower moon says abundance is coming she says the blossoming is the proof
not the fruit not what you will eventually be useful for
the flower right now is enough
scorpio carries this the most profound beauty grows from the deepest dark
the flower and the underworld were never opposites they were always the same truth wearing different faces
breathe deeper
the willow leans into her reflection
the flower moon makes everything visible every blossom every grief still composting beneath you every tender new thing you have not shown anyone yet
scorpio says look the flower moon says what you see is beautiful even the parts you were going to hide
the elder speaks last
i have watched ten thousand flower moons rise ten thousand witches standing at the crossing between the death they survived and the life they were afraid to claim
every time the flower moon says the same thing
you did not endure all of that to bloom quietly
be the whole flower the extravagant impossible bloom that grew from grief and came out gorgeous
breathe
the forest speaks as one
what died in you was not wasted it went into the ground the ground gave it to the roots the roots gave it to this
this flowering this terrifying beautiful aliveness you almost did not let yourself have
the flower moon is full in scorpio on beltane and she is blinding tonight for a reason
rise
bloom like you mean it
you survived the dark to do exactly this
breathe
and flower
—lyra moon (the underworld given petals and permission) may 1, 2026
