Mother Earth Speaks, November 1st 2018

mother earth speaks, november 1st, 10:49 p.m

cut yourself open with the sword of love,
the sword of fearlessness,
the sword of devotion to the last star
that cannot hide from your truth,
and so, be undone in the depths
of what it takes to fall
into the endless beauty
that cannot wound and cannot be healed,
because it's perfect as the unknown heart of source.
and rest, my over taught, over clothed, over fed
child of the dawn and the dove,
to see your true body,
your true light,
your true form.
to see that you are
that most beautiful star
you've been seeking
each lifetime you walked
barefoot and alone,
this cruel cycle
of forgetting who you are,
over and over and over again.
till all that could be good and true and really you
could only appear as a dream.
cut yourself open with the sword of love,
the sword of purity,
the sword of sight,
the sword of freedom,
and see the heavens come tumbling out,
like jewels hidden in the most dull and unpolished of stones.
it doesn't take your death to be reborn, my child.
it doesn't take your giving source your eyes, to see.
it takes your bravery -
to feel what is really real,
and what is really fake.
when you cut yourself open
in ecstatic love for your soul
holding visions
mapping out the way back to
the last unknown, untouched star,
if a serpent flies out,
it will be the serpent goddess of abundance
showering you with the gold
of all the world's lost fortunes,
if an ocean breaks through
it will be an ocean of light
where all the buried treasures of the world
have been rewarded to you for safekeeping
and now, for giving away wildly, freely
with your free hands, your free heart,
your free individual divinity, your free mind,
with a love that is a hymn of i love yous
to all the other souls,
a forgiving
of all the bombs that fell on your heart
a million of your trillion lives.
because now you can really see,
you have faced - you are the one
with the abundance, the beauty
the sovereignty of all existence
breathing through all eternity.
by cutting yourself open till
you are nothing but your nakedness,
nothing but your harmonious resonance
with all that's dancing
with the last unknown, untouched star,
you have finally,
with the sword of love,
the sword of fearlessness,
the sword of devotion,
the sword of purity,
the sword of sight,
and the sword of freedom,
saved your life.