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Mother Earth Speaks, November 12th 2018

11/13/2018

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mother earth speaks, november 12th, 8:43 p.m

listen to the rain
rushing through the world like wings.
singing in the tongue of a new language never sung before.
the language of the earth's original heart.
the songs of the original child, earth.
this child shall cry her endless sorrows
and her bottomless pains no more.
we have come to the end of our descent into hell.
though hell's story would love to go on,
if only the rain wasn't
rushing through the world like wings.
but it is.
for all is liberated from
the ancient, tortured womb of love,
delivered by our new hands of light.
so, let's celebrate, as we rise.
the furious feminine that was killed
through millenia of
a million shades of black wars,
is now revealed,
as the healed mother,
the healed child,
the rainbow carrying us all.
the elements fly up and up,
with all that is needed in the
new, ecstatic realms of our new home.
this flight demands we open our hands
our arms, our hearts,
to feel our feelings expand,
to feel our wings bloom,
to feel our kindness
opening, as we let go of the old, cruel, forms,
and become our sweet, tender selves once again.
higher and higher we go,
lighter and lighter we become,
as we rise.
the ego is small.
and we are infinite.
the ego is hard,
and we are soft, gentle,
inviolate in what we know is good.
what we know is beautiful and real and wild.
not fake at all.
our ego will not fit
where there are no boxes, no traumas, no fakery, no tricks.
here we fly, only as goddesses and gods.
breathe deep into the womb that knows itself
as the whole world ascending with love
for each child, each child reborn
into harmony, beauty, joy.
born unto a place where happiness blooms freely,
unafraid we will pluck its petals.
higher and higher we go,
lighter and lighter we become.
the forgotten, hidden flowers of
the infinite garden for which i have
no address, no photograph, no words,
only my soul's embrace.
may our souls embrace the wind
on which we ascend,
as the rain flies, as we all fly,
with the child, with the earth,
with the wind, with songs
we've never sung before,
in languages we've never heard.
as we stretch soul,
as we stretch bones, skin, ovaries, and sperm,
as we release the old, cruel, human
and the body becomes
the new, magical,
benevolent,
elemental
force
of creation
it is.


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