And now,
I cry...
I cry,
not for all that teeters on the edge of my reality,
awaiting a sigh from the angels of the East...
But for the awakening,
the sweet rebirth,
they have already come to spark with it.
I cry,
saluting the darkness,
for its gift of preSense...
Oh, how I feel me in my dance!
I cry,
In gratitude for my sacred sisters,
gifting and guiding me,
with their instinctual song.
I cry,
because now I've had a taste,
of the release for which I have longed.
I cry,
for all of the moments that have lead me right Here,
in which I finally see...
My Self,
lifted through,
and embracing the mystery.
And oh, how I cry...
In honour and in awe,
in whole-hearted wishing and yearning for,
the blessing of divine and true reflection,
in the women before me,
the women along-side me,
and all the women to come...
I cry,
because I see you Mama...
And I am here with you.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 4:11 PM UTC
And now,
I cry...
I cry,
not for all that teeters on the edge of my reality,
awaiting a sigh from the angels of the East...
But for the awakening,
the sweet rebirth,
they have already come to spark with it.
I cry,
saluting the darkness,
for its gift of preSense...
Oh, how I feel me in my dance!
I cry,
In gratitude for my sacred sisters,
gifting and guiding me,
with their instinctual song.
I cry,
because now I've had a taste,
of the release for which I have longed.
I cry,
for all of the moments that have lead me right Here,
in which I finally see...
My Self,
lifted through,
and embracing the mystery.
And oh, how I cry...
In honour and in awe,
in whole-hearted wishing and yearning for,
the blessing of divine and true reflection,
in the women before me,
the women along-side me,
and all the women to come...
I cry,
because I see you Mama...
And I am here with you.
I wrote this poem a while back when I was going through a very rough time ~ swimming through the eerily unknown, or more so the forgotten, spaces within my heart.
