The floodgates are open run your cords raw shatter the decaying constructs of rotting scaffoldings preserved barely on pickled tongues.
Part your lips let Spring come through speak your truth live your truth let the warm blood coursing through you resonate with your wildest ridiculous dream love impossibly laugh infectiously It is truly a privilege to be throbbing with life!
Heat waves rising from her skin her body uncoiling like a snake lengthening felinely through the spine shoulder wings spread wide as an eagle chest bare with udders full. The womb of herself embraced reclaiming all that was taken given away unawares in her sleep enticed by promises whispered.
The body that is shunned, shamed into wrappings The voice that is silenced into a croak, diminished to a presence no further than a silhouette.
her contours deemed sinful her moon blood an unspeakable filth her sexuality denied— frozen her sensitivities demented her stories rewritten
her brazenness domesticated her sisterhood broken her vulnerability exploited her beauty sold her love trinkets her dreams tossed her candle of hope pinched to wisps and her Divinity erased
Body, mind and soul owned by all but herself, her conformity regaled at the price of herself buried so deep in a well of Darkness
Now watch her, watch her in terror and awe. Darkness is now her domain bury her alive in her home whence she dwelled millennials Queen of the Underworld and she shall flood the world of her Awakening.
We nosedived into it, the land of all possibilities. We fell in love to plunge in over and over and over into the flow of all fantasies, dreams and realities~
To lick the swirly clouds from the blue sky Swim amongst the ocean of exploding stars Swing with the silken rope of the night Tiptoe on the boughs of swaying treetops.
Tipsy on water springs sprinkled with honeyed sunlight hair streaked in lit fireflies and galaxies for whirling skirts. We are the spark! magicking away in our essence finger wands twirling in the wind sipping on a little taste of Creation.
It’s impossible not to fall head over heels right here
There is something about a blank canvas, a blank paper, a lump of clay far horizons that draws you lets you dream.
To focus and pour your entire being— onto a dot, a letter, a dimple on a clod of clay, a swirl of a color, a music note across the waters, or a rising sculpture to the sky. To spin stories that chart the stars and celestials or twirl to the rhythm of the reeds.
These fields were meant to be walked the tall stalks to be brushed against the sighs of unfurling flowers caressed the roaring winds deafening, the peals of the stars tinkling into twilight gazed upon, the drumbeats of rolling clouds to beat with, the dance of the deep trees in creaky waves erupting from the Heart to be heard by a listening ear.
All these beautiful notes gracing the air Why not grace them with my full presence? To clap in delight to their wondrous dance! Better yet hold their branches and dance a ring!
We say fear is pervasive like cancer slow and insidious but love says give me only an instant to burn through just the same like wildfire scorching through the shadow of Separation casted by fear lighting up brazier after brazier along the Great Wall ablaze in sun rising glory not for a warning but a call to arms to carry the torches of Gods and Goddesses dressed in bones and skin in shared humanity to the heavens.
How long must we stay meek under our withering gaze? How long must we grind under our iron fist? How long must we burn at the stake for the cries of our soul? How long must we bleed till we are satiated in the blood of those unborn?
Why have we come to the point of watching children rain down from the skies? Why does a savior call forth his valiant shield only to smash it down crunching the fingers clutching an ember of hope? Why have we torn apart these lands looting and pillaging in fear of lacking?
Oh, the world of laws and lines of order and ownership of indisputable authority of separation and prejudice.
Who decreed these words set in stone? Who put us on the pedestal to dole out justice or judgement? When it’s our vulnerable selves on trial.
Why must we need a book to teach us to be human? Why must goodness be in the form of deeds and not from our inherent nature? Are we so distrustful of our nature that we must create our chains never to be unlocked?
Oh, kinskins! flesh of Nature embrace as it has the underworld of vermin and flesh eating worms and burst forth Roses! Marigolds! and Daisies! Hoist your colors from the dirt!
Oh, Mud Child of Earth! There is a terrible price for our silence and meekness for molding too long into the world of Order. So wake up, wake up sing true for the Earth that lost her voice, beat your chest along with her upheaval, Her cries and quakes!
Come forth, fellow Earth dwellers! In this point of space and time we are here together only for a breath in the grand scheme of time, gazing at the same skies the same stars the same stories to be histories.
So sing a choir with our rhythmic breathing at one here and now be free in trust and tread gently in wonderment.