Futile words and emotions brought forward and projected in my direction. Resentment and fear placed upon me as I open to receive it. Sadness being reflected through windows of my soul, ancient times of humble beginnings steeped in honey. I remember when we honored one another and our purpose was an offering of unified quantum leeps and joyous soulful dancing through magical landscapes and fresh cut grass. The scent of you, of me, of woman & men in silent faith.. delving, delving into the depths of miraculous translations through golden fields of light.
You strike me with your fear and open me. I am tender now in my memory of what is. Pitted against one another through demonized expression of false security and degradation. Who is to own this expression? Because I seek to heal it, do you thrash your pain upon me? Is this justice, truth or blurred lines intercepting at choice points in a paradigm of sickness. I urge you to reconsider. I walk fists clenched enraged by what I experience among the faint faces and patterns of old religions. Do not claim me as your own for I Am desperately seeking the essence of my water.. the fullness of my fruit and the embrace of my totality.
Who chose you to track me with your blatant cry of distortion? I now sit raging at memories held within my structure. I travel through time, through civilized periods of peace and feel blood boil. Compassion is lost in the fire of rage. My creation now masked with blood red poison. Lessons you say.. I welcome the clarity and restoration of a womb filled with memory. Stretched through everglades and winding passages of deep clouded distortion.
This pain takes me into myself to acknowledge the tainted corners and breathless lungs. What have you served me? I bow to what was and angrily hold a position of virtue. How have we allowed this? I am a voice in the crowd reclaiming my feminine splendor. You have taken enough from me, It is this rage that brings me to nausea and my body rejects this truth.. That we are inferior, that we take from one another, that we are twisted, condemned.. I say I will not choose to go silently.. I defeat you by loving myself more.. dragging myself into understanding and begging the silence to seep through my brain to quiet the anguish within.
You, my mirror are my Beloved. I hold you in love and release for us both. Triggering my threshold for humanity and its ridiculous archetypes, but with no where to run.. I bow.. I am distorted no longer as I honor the darkness and embrace its release. My consciousness consumed with scarcity, jealousy and mere betrayal. I breathe into truth and climb one level higher and look down at the painted scene. I cry for us all as we unravel the wasteland, renewing our spirits, recreating a structure that holds light. In gratitude I cleanse myself and move into trust. As the dawn comes I consume the light and fragments of my soul return to me through deserts of times past. Cloaked in memory, I heal my pain. The weft expands through space and I return to compassion. Holding myself in truth, integrity and love. Pointing my finger at consciousness and projecting my light through the sphere, honoring the sweetness, the honey and the bees. We move towards a new day where we are the unique and full expression of Source. Leaving behind a battered system that amplifies rage and opens the seeds to our evolution.