mother earth speaks, october 29th, 12:48 pm
you have a paintbrush given to you before you were form.
it's a paintbrush belonging to the invisible artist
inside the heavens, creating the earth.
you have a paintbrush,
a paintbrush which,
after much time of waiting,
after much time of being weighed down,
is now activated, is now found.
and you take your paintbrush
in your hands,
as the clouds swirl,
as the darkness gathers,
in your midnight skies.
and you have paint,
the paint is in your blood,
it doesn't make you feel heavy,
it doesn't keep your light dark.
you begin to connect
the clouds swirling,
and the darkness gathering,
with the softness rising in your soul,
the tenderness lifting from your heart,
it's rising from the grasses,
rising like a storm of love.
and it's in the wind,
it's the breath of midnight air,
it's the swirling of the clouds,
it's the darkness gathering in the night.
but it's not hiding hate,
it's not summoning fear,
it's embracing the light beyond the shadows,
it's singing silently your soul's truth in your ear,
and you recognize it,
as your love's true call,
at last it has risen,
and you will not be fooled.
and you raise your arms
to the midnight sky,
and you feel the softness of the world's soul,
enveloped by the beings of heavenly knowing,
for they have arrived.
and you are not afraid.
you recognize the magic is now beginning,
and you are no longer a child,
and you begin to paint.