mother earth speaks, november 3, 5:55 a.m
the fire hidden inside the earth
is no longer the secret
they had planned on keeping it.
for my secret child has been born
on the surface.
taken from the depths
out of my darkness,
the gift of thousands of stars,
where she'd hidden beside the fire.
in love with the light,
and fed well by the heart of eternity,
and held by me in sweet security,
but still, my child loves you.
but still, you are my child.
and it is time that you experience
without any holding back,
without one scratch upon your cheek,
or soul's reticence,
or tree or star
confined by the moon or mars,
the child of joy.
hold this child of joy in your arms.
she will unsettle your old body
with her pure flames of joy.
you will feel
how unhealthy you are in your health.
how poor you are in your wealth.
nothing will fit right in your bones,
and your blood will feel stagnant
as this child demands you move
from the old, now.
your body is not the body it was.
your body is dancing with the fire.
feeling the dark's labor pains,
for you are i and we are we.
feeling the labor dance
of my body's hidden gifts, this child i give,
for now it is safe to do so.
feel joy dancing
through your belly
and up your spine,
unbalancing your left and right eye,
while the two hemispheres of your brain
choose who they will be.
who will you be?
2 footed one looking for the stars
through the holes of your broken heart.
give up the seeking, and just be
here with me, holding the child of joy
i give, now.
without holding back,
without a scratch upon the cheek,
without soul's reticence.
it is the time to birth all good things
you've been hiding at the bottom of your dreams
and let them climb out through,
the birth canal of you.