Fire Horse Energy, New Moon

The Fire Horse does not tiptoe.
It does not RSVP.
It does not text “on my way.”

It arrives.

Mane on fire.
Hooves striking spark from stone.
Energy like,
“Yes, I meant to do that.”

And here I am—
under a New Moon so dark
it feels like velvet draped across the sky—
beginning again.

Today is a new day.
Not in the cliché, motivational-poster way.
But in the spine-straightened,
lip-stick-applied,
soul-recalibrated way.

Mind clear.
Body aligned.
Spirit speaking directly to the earth, like,
“Alright now. Let’s reorganize.”

The Fire Horse says: move.
The New Moon says: reset.
Between them, I stand—
poised, amused, unfazed.

Because what does not fit?
Must leave.

Not dramatically.
Not with a speech.
Just… exit stage left.

I release what dims my glow.
I release what confuses my clarity.
I release what requires me to shrink
to be digestible.

I release.
I release.
I release.

(And no, I will not circle back.)

The Fire Horse energy in my blood
is not chaos—
It’s precision with heat.
It burns away hesitation,
not people—
unless necessary.

The New Moon, meanwhile,
is that quiet friend who says,
“Delete it.”
And you do.

Abundance?
Already packing its bags to move in.

Protection?
Installed. Updated. Secured.

Clarity?
Crystal. No smudges.

Steady confidence?
Oh, she’s seated.
Legs crossed.
Unbothered.

I do not chase applause.
I let it find me.
I do not argue for space.
I occupy it.

Silent confidence rattles many—
That’s fine.
Glass shakes when it’s near a solid surface.

This is not arrogance.
This is alignment.

Mind.
Body.
Soul.
Spirit.

All in agreement.

The Fire Horse carries me forward—
fast when needed,
still, when necessary,
never frantic.

The New Moon holds the darkness
like a velvet curtain
before the reveal.

And I step into this new day
grounded, glowing,
slightly amused,
fully protected,
abundantly mine.

What doesn’t fit?
Gone.

What remains?
Intentional.

What arrives next?
Better.

Always better–

Published by Sherley Delia