What is this mystery
that imbues us with mercies,
that makes us worthy?
What Hand unbridles us,
makes us like fire
sweeping quick and inexorable
across dry crackly pampas?
Is calculated bravery even that?
Or is it that opening,
limitless in love,
that casual bravery that
sets apart stark and unique
and truly free?The bright light and sounding fury
of your sharp inhalation as you stand
just on the verge of this blessed virgin
landscape, uncharted territory and at last
without a method for its mapping!
Your miraculous secrets
can now be made known,
open to the depths
of your deep core!
the planet’s very core
trembles at the prospect
of you unearthing your mysterious you!
Face them down, confront them,
hair gleaming in the moon,
eyes ferocious, feminine
in the sun and perfect chaos
of a new creation being born!!
Wreak havoc in the hearts of those
who fear lord foul and want to break you open…
they only serve The Sacred Heart
which alone can touch you only
with the Mercies and the Grace!
They hate what they cannot control
and deem you far too much
but I ask them how could you
ever be too much
or anything but
when you can fly above
those lofty snow-graced peaks
and you can warm those
beaches and speak to trees
in profound whispers in
the dead of night
or in the desert
at dawn?Change and transformation beats,
a drum within your soul,
that elegantly crafted
and procession of passion
and purpose and melty-love!
The notion of you resurrected
sends battalions bowing, backwards
and rejoicing that they caught sight of you
there beside our Sister Joan
and the silver noble mantle
she wraps you both within!
Oh Ship Graceful!
You with the stubborn faith
and ridiculous courage to dare
the tempestuous seas of transformation!
Oh you dark and light pulsing!
Oh you unstoppable hurricane spinning!
Oh you warm rain and gentle embrace
glowing with Mama’s swaying rhythms
and untameable electricity and containing
the very formula for birth!
Let your passion become elixir,
life-force, fuel of legions of the lost
destined to be found!
Let jewels drip from your lips
to the mouths of we your sisters
and send us sailing on clouds
and lay us basking in light!
Let your heart be a home
and golden chamber
of comfort soft
and yet unyielding!
But now, sit in deserts
and wrap yourself in silence
while your spirit howls at the moon
and sings the songs of freedom
from the palace of yourself
restored to you.
Let your temple you
be that magnetic masterpiece
of completely unconscionable strength
and grace and majesty untwisting time
with every bump of your Holy Hips,
every twist of your spine fro and to.
And do not neglect your softness
at the heart of you, of your force.
Carry yourself like breezes in sweet meadows,
swaying like the willows in joyful moving hymns.Remember to be small
when you speak stars
from your very lips.
You are a walking
temple in whom
so stark and lovely
that the very stones
give up their tears that
lay so petrified and still!And so…sister exhale gently.
Let your lungs blow ancient magic
and conjure blooming flowers in the exhalations.
You are Mama’s Girl and are becoming
as a goddess by comparison to the dead
who shovel shit upon their brethren
dead and buried.
This is my solemn promise and exhortation,
I who have dwelt a season at the heart of a scream
and now stand ever in the Red Wonder of Her Heart…
join me here…
the water is just fine
in this knowable and yet
unseen fine line.
This one…just wow. As I keep going back over this again and again, my howling fears lose all their power to intimidate and become exposed for what they truly are, like Voldemort’s sad, impotent shattered soul remnant.
“The bright light and sounding fury of your sharp inhalation
as you stand just on the verge of this blessed virgin landscape,
uncharted territory and at last without a method
for its mapping!”
At last. And with a Sister to accompany me in this blessed belonging and being known in uncharted territory. ❤
I love you with my whole heart ♥
And this is packed for the coming years too…I layered in things that will burst in bloom years from now ❤
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