mother earth speaks, november 4th, 7:22 a.m
the flood of everything magnificent,
amazing, out of this world, fantastical,
good, true, pure and beautiful,
you've been dreaming of
rising, emerging, gushing, pouring,
alighting and making known as true
in this world,
the giant, mighty blooms of earth's true heart
have stretched the vast distances it took
to shift the evil calendar into
this new uninterruptible time of love.
her phoenix flower, her virgin fire
shall pour its essence into every crevice,
every corner, every hole,
and burst forth.
her beauty and her light will brush your children's faces,
and lift you into grace in a breath of earth's true sight.
the colors put aside for the painting,
etched through your dreaming,
into the soul and body of your beloved earth,
the paint is gushing through the streets,
rising from the grasses,
heralding the power of her oceans,
her mountains, the core of her mysteries,
in this first blessing of cloud,
all will clear, trust this.
for all is here now.
and abounding it is.
all shall be painted in a unity of hands
and hearts and bodies and minds and souls,
never seen in all the universes,
or all the times,
or all the worlds.
it shall all be explored through the new,
risen shapes and lights and colors
exploding from the earth's true heart.
so that she may reclaim, rekindle, regenerate
her sanity, her lost purity, her lost purpose,
her lost dwelling within us.
and she need not rest,
till it is done.
for this, is her rest.
this, is the restoring of her skin, her cells, her body divine.
this, is the dreaming of her dream.