September 2017

 

This begins

Because I no longer refuse technology

I simply don’t cling to its chains

I command the drivers seat

So to we may move together, rather than against each other

I hold gratitude for your compliance

I salute your assistance

I praise your rescues

I honor your healing methods

But I will not let you control me

I will not let you fool me

For there is something much greater than your internet

The web

The net that is cast through me, that is of me

This is the net for which I allow act through me

Wire my every bone

Every pore

Every cell

Alive

With the net

As well as the river

Rather than the flood of light alone

Healing comes from within

Not simply without

Not simply from above

But also below

From the anchor laid deep below our feet

Beyond sight

Mind

Through spirit

And the will

To heal

New waters spring forth

And heal from within

No doctor needed

No surgery cut me open

For my stitches lay themselves within

As golden threads

Stitching my soul back to its body

Its spirit

Its life

Moment by moment

Rewriting, reweaving, we sew the tale

Of the golden tail

Of the life line no one could see

But she knew was behind her

A unicorns horn,

simply flies to the skies

But her golden tail

Keeps her here

While her reality melds into all as she walks

This golden thread linking her to wherever she’s positioned

Yet allows her scene to melt away

Her imagination to flood the field

She sees her past

She meets her future

She knows what she’s doing in the present

She knows her purpose

Life fills with it

Opens her heart

Each fragment more beautiful than the last

She finally sees what everyone else always did

She falls in love with herself

Slowly

With time

And layers

Unfolding

One by one

Streaking,

She walks forward

Naked.

Unapologetically learning to love herself

Loving herself

Incrementally yet insurmountably

Her love grows

It

Blossoms

With each breath

With each moment

Even if it

Appears

Not so,

This golden thread

Knows the way home

All the while

Waiting for her to feel her love

The breathing, beating, bounding, bountiful

Fluttering heart

That she is gifted with

She lets it free from its cage

She rips off her own bars

She doesn’t wait for a man

Though many have shown her the way

She was too stubborn

Taurus, earth girl she was,

Scorpio rising in her blood,

To let someone show her the way to her own magic.

The rebel needed to prove she could do it

Her impulsive nature would run from those who tried to find it

She evaded their touch

She shuddered when they got close

She closed in fear that they would hurt her

She never allowed herself

To open

Even though she thought she had a million times

And a million times she had

She was always waiting for the moment

Her heart could speak

When her words wouldn't be silenced

By her own inability to speak them

She was always afraid of the pain

So would take on the inner wars

The sordid soils

To defend her folk

They didn't know better, it wasn't their fault she would say

So she kept closed

Allowed them to enter

But kept her secrets hidden

Kept her truth unknown

Unbeknownst to herself and those around

She always knew something desire couldn’t name

Longed to pour from her arms

Out of her legs

Beyond her mind

Something

Not of this world

Or uniquely and acutely

Of it

It

Life

She knew she carried it

Love

She knew she felt it

Tears

She knew she shed them

Sadness

She knew she felt it

Death

She knew she created it

Shadow

She knew she cast it

Spells

She knew she spoke them

Sweat

She knew she bled them

Pain

She knew she experienced it

Joy

She knew she was of it

Essence

She elated at the sense of it

Spirit

She melted away as she encounters it

She

Is everyone

She is asleep

In each of us

She

Is the goddess

Of love

Of loving

Of all

But she doesn’t

She can’t

She won’t

Live alone

For alone she’ll never be

Alive with the future

Inside

She must love until she is enough

And trust that only then

Is when the dawn will rise

Is when the new day begins

Is when whether or not she’s ‘ready'

Life takes her over

And the sun rises once again

The dawn waits for no man

No woman

It comes each and every day

The gift is to catch it as it’s rising

As the dawn flickers across the sky

Leaving a line of light

To let us know he’s coming

She’s never alone

She’s never been alone

He simply melts away the night once his time has come

Once she's loved enough

Once there’s been wells of faith

Once there’s been streams of trust

once there’s been caves of truth

Once theres been echoes of what’s heard

Once there are libraries of what’s been learned

Once there are memories of what’s been seen

Once there are frequencies of heights only dreamt in

Once there is access to all her realms

This is when he sees her

This is when he kisses her alive with his light

When they meet, for they have been navigating for so long

The maps will melt away

To the records under way

And all will be a golden way

A golden play (a silver menagerie)

An invisible visible strand of connection appears

Guiding each day

Unfolding as magic appears

May the pain disappear

So I don’t inflict any more upon the land

Unchain me from the hooks

That hurt me over and over again

For their cycles are as damning as they feel

And in order to evade the pain and the shame for repeating lessons over and over again

I've numbed them away

So allow me to feel the roots

So they may shift from mechanical shoots

To the net they are meant to be casting

No more bullets, or holes,

Sink them with loving holds

So nothing may seep through the seams

It seems she may commune

Communicate

Commiserate

Commemorate

Conserve

Connect

Coincide

Cohabitate

Cooperate

With all living beings

By listening with her heart

Which continues

East and west

As well as north and south

And above and below

And in front and behind

And to the side

And underneath and beyond what can be seen

To be ALIVE in the mastery

Of the mystery

Of the history

And of the herstory

And of their story

Of our story

Of the we story

We weave

It all together

And see from the eagle’s eye

As it graces the condor’s nest

The eggs of what’s to come

The shells of what’s passed

The true

Story

Of all that’s come to pass

The grain of sand

Turned to dust

Hardened

To diamonds

To crystals

To elements

To ether

To space

To gravity

This becomes our text book

These become our lessons

Karmic currency courses

As we walk

As one

Towards

Home

Somewhere over the rainbow

Deep inside

It resides.

And so it is.

Gracias, aho, aha, aw, wow, ahaw, ompa, thank you

 
 
Lena Cole