it was time to ride the full Taurean moon
like a rodeo goddess.
Holding firm onto the ropes of change
without grasping for balance, she knew she was to let go entirely.
In the saddle of the forces of transition,
she commanded the beast of resistance
And allowed the ride to shake loose
all who's season it was
to pass out of her life.
Making room for the bath of renewal,
The ritual of purification followed
with the natural ease as day follows night
and night follows the magical colors
of sky at dusk, trusting.
The bull bowed down allowing the mystic warrior goddess to step down with the ease
of the celestial dance.
She stroked his mighty horns and he
looked at her with the love that flowed
from her, reaching out to every corner
of creation, and every fiber of her
own empowered being.
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