The night brought gifts to this child of the Goddess.
New moon to start all over, to value each moment as fresh and full of promise. I no longer shed the lining of womb, thus revel in the vibrations within the dark peaceful cave that is dry and reveals in stark curves all the growth and breakage equal treasures.
Rain fell to quench the thirst of a parched desert. My skin soaks up the moisture that won’t linger in the crisp air and brisk winds of dawn. I recall the gentle tapping against my window, sleeping, calm percussion. Already the clouds are being whisked away by Gaia’s broom of feathers within the rhythm of the woodpecker that picks up the beat of the quickly-gone rainfall.
A meteor shower I did not see, hidden by rare precious rain-clouds, yet I felt its fiery trails tickle me into early waking, replenished by water, and soothed by deep slumber in new moon pillow.
She comes in threes
and wakes the trees
holding forth her eternal smile
that calls to all of us
within the trials
Yet, here She is in all Her glory
where I share my bit of story
upon the new moon’s dark,
the meteor showers’ sparks,
the delicate droplets liquid crystal grace
as they easily fill the space
that is hollow and waiting for
the next precious gift of yesterday’s song
upon a culture gone for so long.
Yet a land whispering still
of its mysteries and secret well
wherein all will come to pass once more
for we hold the truth in store
and She will open the door …
with a key
that is part
you, part me …
and we will move into the peace of the past,
become the life where beauty and love at last
have freed strife from its cage
of plastic, metal and crumbling bones of age.
Imagine the truth of every moment resting in Her glory where gentle and slow and honor set the pace and rare is the hectic race to a goal that never becomes but is lost in the shimmer of desert mirage. I cry to think of how blessed I am to be able to enjoy such incredible bliss and perfection of life in a world where so many suffer. And yet I pray for all to know this wondrous grace as I so often do. She opened my eyes to heaven on earth and I have not turned away even when the dark nights may feel threatening. Whatever happens, I know Her Grace and love for She is Gaia and She is Infinite Sacred Presence. This body and personality may stumble and fall but my Soul has blossomed into realization of Her Grace in all things and I can now return as soon as Her Light sparks within the darkness. All it takes is the tiniest glimmer and the black becomes shelter, the hole a womb, the blood I shed is healing, and breath does not need to gasp and clutch at the throat for She is always breathing into me.