It was a full white moon in Scorpio. I stood in a farm, surrounded by trees. My heart was heavy with doubts and fears. I did not believe in myself. I needed others to affirm that I was worthy. I could not take the next step to share my gifts with the world. All the callings from the moon and trees were not enough. Spirits of my ancestors started speaking to me and gifted me with this song.
When the sweet white moon winked and called out my name
I couldn’t answer; I was too afraid
When the wise old tree bent and called out my name
I couldn’t get up; I was too weak
When my own heart woke up and called out my name
I couldn’t answer; I was too small
Do you believe in me?
Do you feel my love?