SunStar date 2.025.14.10

a spelling, a prayer, a promise. Pluto's back in Aquarius. I've never felt more at home. Feeling the transitions of giants Assata Shakur and D'Angelo. Still processing Ms.(Ursa) Major.

Mami Wata may have
a perfect memory but she doesn’t
judge. She remembers. She knows Black and 
divinity like sweet and saltwater
with a love so deep, you can crumble 
under its weight, returning to source

Oh, beloved Pluto, how does it feel to bear 
the weight of Aquarius? To see things so 
clearly from so far away?
May your lessons reach us before
your celestial gourd empties into
Piscean mouths. May the Water

Remember what you already know. May 
we stardust and spirit incarnate have
wisdom flow to we like river, from
sap spigot, by diffusion, like we familiar
May we see possibility and empathy 
in cracks in the amalgamation

of our colonial facades. Oh, beloved, 
May the Water you bear dissolve the veil spun 
by our collective fear of change and search 
for safety. May the sweet Water transmute 
our shame into forgiveness and saline cleanse 
the gaps where our integrity fell away

May power be shared 
not hoarded or egotistical
May truth be celebrated not shooed away
May love be salve for our wounds 
and oil soak for our torches and textile for
our Molotov and moonshine cocktails

May we go gentle in practice, supple
in sanctuary, and fierce in battle
May the vast depths of the Black
radical imagination excite us into action
May we need new dreams because 
we all remember we are alchemists