Mother Earth Speaks, November 15th 2018

mother earth speaks, november 15th, 3;25 a.m

invincible inspiration rises from a root
inside the lost, indestructible mother earth.
remember your soul,
my child,
and lean not on the fake,
and the broken,
and the forlorn,
any more.
but glide,
into the abyss.
the sacred crack.
into the golden cave,
where the mother labors
with her sacred, secret child.
she smiles at you and says,
"i love you.
the time has come
for your knowing of the truth
to be born.
to you.
to all.
the child is secret no more".
push!
she is pushing hard,
for you!
for all of us!
come deeper into the cave,
see the fires of her womb
blazing bright,
covering the subterranean mountains.
she moans.
she wails.
her moans are the songs of joy,
her wails are the poems of ecstasy,
you fight to keep from your lips,
from your family, your friends,
who want you to look sad, mad, lonely,
anxiously clutching your past.
but that is all gone.
it is all gone.
now you stand
inside the mirror
under the silver floor.
you pray in the mother's shadow
and hold her light in your heart.
you commune, where she and you promised
you would meet, long ago.
so long ago.
under the silver floor,
where mother earth's bliss floods
the subterranean waters.
and no one walks.
and no one talks.
only the magic that thrives
in the truth of her love
can exist there.
you have come this far.
and she smiles at you.
will you show others what you see?
will you create something new
from what you think,
and what you feel,
now that you are learning
what you really know,
from being with her?
push!
she is pushing hard.
for you!
for all of us!
beauty is taking hold of everything.
will you take hold of the beauty that
floats in the air all around you?
that grows outside your door,
like the lover, the friend, the parent, the sibling,
you always wished for, but never had?
how will you face this time of great joy and bliss
as you transition from child to midwife?
stop seeing with your old, dead eyes.
that is all she commands,
as she invites you down
into her radiant lands.
if you want to rise,
you must descend.
you must be with her.
what if you love with all your love
everything the mother is?
what if you recognized everything she has given you so far?
even though that's impossible.
even though you haven't been very grateful.
what if that's okay?
what if you were to feel appreciation so deep
from today,
that the organs in your body were rearranged?
what then?