the deep feminine, interlude

Self Reclamation

wrapped in red cloth
and sage bundles, softly
seated beneath
the bending earth, warm
belly, full of curious
caution, holding
black bear paw, arrow and
cachoeira star blanket
sheltering, i
dove
in.

there are monks
you know,
tiny holy people
living in the earth

and sea

and sky

waiting in rows
to receive 
with dancing, laughing hands
the death
of Illusion 
in you.

my ears turned to fire
as i sank
deep into the
origin
mother
jaguar fanged
blood and guts - 
the source 
of Aliveness

my ears caught fire
as I reconciled
my prayer,
my cord of incarnation,
my eternal 
commitment
to Life herself.

my lips turned to blood
then fangs, tongues and carnage
fleshy bubbling uncompromising
Power, unfathomable
depth, gushing, erupting, catalyzing
Creation in the million worlds,
gulping death and mica, dripping
like an ancient,
wet ceuva

i was reborn

into the Power
of Life's lava

Protecting

uncompromisingly 
torching
the Lie that has overwhelmed 
Life on this Holy Planet.

the time for grieving 
(and it is immense)
is over

the time for ferocity
is Now

full fangs.

You can always Buy Me A Coffee.

Deep Feminine, Part II, skulls & more, coming soon.