She spits poison
in riddles of ancient mantra
imprisoning her prey
within their own ramparts.
My surface stiffens
but I boil beneath.
You are safe.
Her infectious venom
erupts from my pores
blood splinters through my face
puddles and cracks under her furious pressure.
A thunder hoards itself
within the belly of my parched lung
His words drip down my throat, a pure tonic
Give it to me
and she skewers in the dark crooks once again
Never. Enough.
My chest retreats in preparation
of a wind that squalls and escapes,
my souls’ grain tremors in my lungs.
She spits again…
but her toxic medicine dries into a hungry powder.
Give it to me
My body violently coughs, a ferocious gratitude
erupting and exploding her ash like confetti,
It shimmers and dances from my mouth
as stars glimmer their greeting in faraway galaxies.
I stir my own elixir and taste its honey
as my spirit and body resurrect themselves.
Through a daze soaked in ecstatic love
I release her from her authority.
The Lion of the Sun, Goddess of the Earth, Seer of the Moon
begin to roar, sing, and whisper
Their hums pull ‘til their cloaks slip to the void
Their eyes shake the ground as they enlist its force
and the strength of the cosmos quivers.
My upheld hands caress their eyelids
as a child curiously traces
the familiar lips of her Mother
Eyes swoop open and they reveal
My gentle gaze in their faces.
Enough.
The fearless Lion of the Sun:
The nurturing Goddess of the Earth:
The clairvoyant Seer of the Moon:
All Love.
All Here.
All Now.
All Free.
All Me.
Namaste, Laura Marie XO
Formless Metamorphosis ॐ 