UNDER THE FULL MOON/UNDER THE RISING SUN
you are wonderful-wild.
Do not deny it, contort
reach your glorious limbs skyward.
No more mourning
your exclusion from the orchard—
you were never meant to be regimented,
The predatory parasites
who hijacked the canopy,
clawing toward your inner sugar,
have all been evicted.
They could never truly penetrate;
never rip to the center of you.
They tried to prune your shine,
you bloomed through it.
Their attempts to graft you
They carved their tags into your trunk,
underestimated your fortitude.
How could they predict
you’d claim your scars
Your roots go deeper
than you ever imagined.
you are steadfast
Your leaves unfurl face-up
and outrageous abundance
emanating in waves of electric radiance.
Your existence bridges
earthly with celestial.
Today, it begins.
Awaken, under cover of cold snap.
Be your sweetness, revealed.
Your glow is a holy permission slip.
Beneath the harsh winter—
you are safer than you realize.
Here is a secret worth knowing:
To dance, you must let the wind whip your branches.
To sing, permit the breeze to whistle through you.
Your very being is a map of eternity.
You are fairly spilling with potential,
Come to blossom;
Come to fruit.
And now…your EMOJI DVAR TORAH! Special Tu B’Shvat Edition: