05/08/2024
When I need sound healing
I bathe in cicada hum.
When I need ministry
I let the grass lavish
it’s deep devotion
upon me
and the dew
drip its sermons
right into my heart.
I anoint my feet
in puddles and I
praise mud.
I was never alone.
who am I fooling?
I was fathered by mountains,
mothered by ocean
I was taught by landslides,
and caught by the woman
I became, during them.
Stars serenade me
with their chorus of hallelujah’s,
offer themselves up
as pin-pricks
of wonder and guidance
in the darkness
Trees salute me, stand
guard and strengthen me
offer their wisdom
– if I’m listening.
I am.
all existence.
My friends are rocks and
praying mantises, I thread
their hearts through mine, like
an endless chain
Let the sky teach me loyalty
to warmth AND shadow
– the humility of hail
and the sanctity of
change.
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And through it all
love.
Ablaze
from magma – up
through the soles
of me
I give the Mother
my body, for colonising
we are
ember and water,
– all at once
we are
so
deeply
loved
just like this
with our limping, broken
hearts – full of fear
We are
and are
and are
sacred mess.
perfect process.
For this and another
thousand reasons
we are
blessed.
