Blessed Be the Full Moon
By Troy the Singer
Mystical Luna, rising high in the night
So full and beautifully shining bright.
Silvery beams gleam on forests below
Glowing and glistening like winter’s snow.
A new world awakens with eager delight
As flora and fauna dance in your sight.
Night creatures hunt for wandering prey
As sleeping blooms open and faeries play.
Gathering sisters chant and sing
Honoring the sacred Goddess Selene.
Casting the Circle ‘round about
So good stays in and bad stays out.
Discard the old which holds you back
Making room for blessings you lack.
Go in peace when daylight breaks
Keeping close the friends you make.
Open the circle as was before
Until the moon shines full once more.
Beauty Defined
By Troy the Singer
Beauty isn’t how flawless your skin is or how slender you are.
Beauty isn’t a flat stomach, toned backside, or luxurious hair.
Beauty isn’t artificial, manicured nails or layers of makeup.
Beauty isn’t a bronzed Adonis or porcelain goddess.
Beauty isn’t measured physically by the decorations of a shell, but by the content of the soul.
Beauty is found in the true nature of the individual.
We are all at the mercy of time, and the physical fades away as the years pass by.
But it is what lies beneath that remains and shines through.
It matters not how pretty you may appear to be,
For if your heart is dark and motives selfish, you are ugly to me.