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I Call To Thee

1/6/2020

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I Call to Thee

​Shattering the graves of a thousand lifetimes.
Fist to Earth, 
I call to her with Fire on my breath.
Come home to me, my deepest love.

Burned at the stake, in defiance,
The tips of my toes, then of my feet
Remember.
Flames engulf my body, 
Hair wild with Fire.
Screams witnessed by the masses.

Remembering Breath.
The first and the last.

Stones laid upon my body
One boulder at a time upon my chest,
Each new loaded weight intended to crush my Spirit.
Consent. Accept. 
Not this lifetime. I would rather die.
A final breath escapes my lips.

Defenseless, hands bound,
Tied taught to a Tree,
Body opened by the tip of angry spears,
Hatred and fear driving the metal tip through.
Knives having their way with soft flesh.
Left in the wild, predators consume the vessel.
Tearing flesh, I watch my own entrails feasted upon.
Three days, my Warrior Self consumed.

An observer of these lifetimes past.
Tears flow as Waterfalls
Witnessing the ferocity and boldness of my Soul.
Facing fear head on
I would rather die than surrender,
Awaken my deepest love, I call to her.
Come home to this safety, years of undoing have unraveled.

My Ancestors observe the writhing.
As I tear my heart asunder
Turning over the catacombs of my mind to find her.
To call her home.
To resurrect Ancient aspects.
These shattered spaces in this space and time
Create a loving home for her.
To reBirth this beautiful Creatrix of life.

I stand at the ready as Midwife,
Awaken, my deepest love, Come home to me.
You are loved,
You are loved,
I am loved,
I am loved,
I am love.
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    Created by an irritant in the psychic darkness of our fleshy nature, a pearl awaits.
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