In the Butterfly Fields under the yellow moon
On the eve when all doubt was banished
Yesterday receded, and I saw a new story inscribed:
Let me paint for you a picture anew
Of the New Time coming
The Yogini’s brew (keep in mind the I is You!)
First I heard
The Crash! And Boom! Of a loud guitar
Moving through the mountains
In a dazzling array of radiant light beams—
Exploded in a domed celebration of drum and sea!
The fair maiden returned to open the stars!
In her smile and laugh came the healing of Mars!
The birds got new tongues
And their songs turned to suns
And the suns all laughed and called to rain,
To purify earth and begin again …
Mists turned to diamonds and glistening in air
And beasts became beautiful
And everything smelled like prayer!
Onward they marched through the windy brook
When you see the purple unicorn,
You will know that love has finally took!
Follow the lighted stars
In love, the planet spreads
Signs of rapture exploding – this is LIFE,
We are no longer Dead!
Mountains rock and seas roll
As the lost chord crashes
And dust to dust and ashes to ashes
It is the moment we have all been waiting for
It’s the Universal Dream – the everlasting glow!
Breathe deep and let go!
Multicolored supernovas explode in the sky
Moving through mountains – no more children cry!
Beat that drum
Look up, look in
Look to the Central Sun
Give thanks to our Creator
The Rainbow Bridge has made us One!
Dear Reina Roja,
Beautiful poem. Very inspiring and profound. We salute your feminine power and mentally give you strength. Indeed we have to assume the new world as women, ahead of the times….
Congratulations for being and continuing in the path in spite of all sorrows.
Star of Peace – Brazil
Thank you, Red Queen, for sharing from your Soul frequency. Your magnificent poem radiates the parallel earth with a future ancient recognition. Your compassionate love penetrates through your words and offers hope and vision.
Lois Hunt – Land of Oz
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Beautiful, your amazing
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Yes, I know those gregorian dates–do you know how to insert 13 moon program?
Simply Elegant…this profound vision that we gather 2 realize. Thank U 4 the inspiration. Spiral UP, UP, UP!!!
Thank you Red Queen, for the wonderfull warmhearted well readable texts I read on this website. And beautifull pics. A new spirit, for the new times.
I wish to quote this poem in next years 13 Moon Dairy. We too keep up the spirit in the 13 Moon movement. Now is 20:13, it is just beginning ;-)
Is that OK? Please check our website.
All my respect for you.
Love and blessings
Nicole – GA153
Thanks so much Nicole, Kin 153! Yes feel free to include this–so happy to hear you are making a 13 Moon diary! Galactic blessings to you! :)
if you sent me your address we can sent you one.
and we are organising a big Day out of Time again in Holland. Be welcome to visit. Love, Nicole
“When you see the purple unicorn,
You will know that love has finally took!”
Talk about synchronicity :-)
I had a dream a while back: A unicorn covered in shimmering phosphorescent purple sequins, some of which were in the shape of hearts, flew into my home. This glorious being lilted about in slow motion, as I kept uselessly trying to capture her; And I was rapt in surreal amazement, wonder, and bliss. After making some laps around the room I was in, she sat down in a chair, and looked at me with loving amusement. I was filled with even more amazement and unconditional love. She communicated to me through my heart that I didn’t have to chase her around anymore. She was staying!!!
A short time after I had this dream, on Easter Sunday, my 2 nieces came for a visit from Indianapolis. To my utter amazement they were both wearing matching, shimmering phosphorescent purple sequin dresses! My heart emanated unconditional Love that day to all, and we had a wonderful time.
Some time after that I came across this poem. There is even more synchronicity involved with this poem and the 13:20 calendar. Much appreciated. Thank you for sharing this poem.