Purging the death
into regeneration
Heightening the love and purpose
within the seed
Fear does not exist
Nature in its finest
Blends with what is
Forgiving of its past and now
Forging forward
Unscathed by events
Lifting higher with each earth breath
it seeks to tell a story
a Story for us
a Tale of Constant, Beautiful Truth
We are part of it
In our Rising
With Worthiness sitting underneath
From deeper seated dreams
Inability to traverse alone
across work, love and existence
As i look to break this ceiling
composed of straw concrete
It's false facade
Hanging from strings
I challenge myself to lightly
graze it surface
opening to the resolve sky
The pure me
The creative me
The loving me
The me loving me
The KEY
Surf lingers from the turbulence below as I silently pause in
remembrance of my mother's womb
this rise and fall
Pristine horizons upon my gaze, laden with salted whiteness
recognizing what lies ahead, I am still
I can choose to be reborn today or hide a bit longer within my
watery shelter
This is not the earthling soil
steadfast in it roundedness
It is a gaze into intentional horizons of non Earth
Its balanced act between fluid water and flowing sky
Yet I recognize it and propel myself forward to be reborn again
