mother earth speaks, october 29th, 8:37pm
time to take off all your old clothes of self blame,
blame of others, worry, fear, loss.
time to become very light.
get out of your way,
and out of your mind.
for the new is being prepared
for you, according to how much you
can let the weight of your troubles
become so small, so tiny, so light,
they float, they bob, they sink and dissolve,
like leaves, offerings to a disappearing autumnal god,
and you don't chase after them,
you don't follow the gods of sorrow,
pain, limitation any more.
instead, you follow the laughter
you hear blowing through the
empty spaces in your soul.
hear it now?
as you drop the harness, the shackle,
the bandages, the clotted blood,
and they wash away, so easily
they fall away so easily,
after all that mess.
time to go down to the river,
with your old victim stories,
and see what there is to see,
in the mirror of the rushing streams.
agree on being real - first and above all things,
being authentic and free,
in your unexplored wilderness of divinity.
time to stop wearing fake personalities,
mask upon mask, and all of it too painful
to ever heal from,
except through the magic of your truth.
you have been very brave.
performing in a twisted theatre
created to burn down,
the creative temple of your heart.
to make your relationships
unnoticeable to your soul.
and now,everyone's doing their best
as they break free of their broken hearts,
and find they can feel,
feel the locked doors opening,
hear liberation softly, loudly,
peacefully, chaotically, calling.
time to embrace the other
as sister, as brother
on this journey into the divine wild purity
and fury of human metamorphosis.
be yourself at all times with all people.
that means you must discover your true voice,
your real expressions, your uncontrolled choices,
stripped down to a heart filled
with the pure desire to see god in the mirror,
goddess in the grass, dancing under strange stars.
as you step into the darkness,
to let go of your victim stories,
you know you don't know much at all,
you may not even know that
you have so little of your burdens left,
compared to how it was.
you just might be ready to see your self
and all existence, as god in the mirror,
as goddess in the grass, dancing under strange stars.
in the dark, watch your step,
imagine finding us tonight.
we just might be where you wander,
as we bless your earth with a kind of light,
you can't see with the eyes,
but that melts your entire heart
into a new substance.
if you will just listen,
cut off from your electronics
for just a moment's heart-spark,
we just may find you,
you just may find us.
it's about seeing who you really are,
so we, can see you.
in the emptiness of all things,
being born anew,
in the silence of all things,
finding their voices,
in the stillness of all things,
dancing beneath the mud and the distractions.
we will recognize you,
when you are honest with
the benevolent eternal beings
that have come to take you in their arms,
and rock you like a baby, home.