Today, Moon in Scorpio calls us to contemplate the mystery of existence
I feel threatened
By smell of valley flowers
How can they be so open
So soft-spoken
So at peace,
While at any moment,
They could be crushed,
Walked over?
How can they be smiling,
Humming a tune
Resting while captive,
proudly in bloom?
What do they know?
What do they see, that I don’t?
I am afraid that
From all of life’s threats
Beauty might be
The most terrifying one yet
Spirit of Tara 