She lived in a Gratitude Museum
Free from normalness
Nurtured by creativity
Bending and stretching everyday
She heard Grandmother’s emphatic whisper,
“Its time to expand. Open the unexplored door.”
Boldly she stepped through the threshold
Into a land of creative genius.
Clearly seeing with excellent peripheral vision
Knowing in an instant
A power source, of arousing luminescence and sorcery
Elusive mirage, get closer it moves away
Wielding the power of laser focus
Following creative impulses
Sacred geometry, emerged into old world art.
Landscape of the divine.
Image and Poem by Tamara Trejo
Happy Thanksgiving
Moon Mothers 
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