A crow I've become
over night! She visited me and gave me her feather and she said: I am mother to you. This makes me a Bird-Borne a girl of the night with feathers black as the dark of the moon and a beak potent to speak and repeat the things I hear and the things I think. My crow mother told me that I could say what I wanted, in fact, that I should! That birth to me she gave so I would be her beloved daughter who only speaks her own mind. Now this is a blessing quite unusual and I shall surely take it to heart. What mother told me is to sing of my soul and to tear the veils apart. the cacophony of the world
collides with the wind and the ocean rises in opalescence. the skunk touched me by chance and now the cacophony of my senses has created a shimmer of opalescence. this has struck me as odd. the opalescent rising of the sea has distracted me and no longer do I seek harmony in this world of cacophony I have chanced upon your touch and from the cacophony risen has stillness opalescent still, and at times, an odd silence. I've visited and embraced the skunk I've seen it's family with many children their beautiful black and white arouses my opalescence. the colors shine forth the chance has been odd. but the cacophony of the world finally makes sense. opalescence rustles in the stillness of the trees I harness these forces now the cacophony of the world now lies in harmony. S - soar along the nature of immortality
K - careening in the great vessel of clay U - utilizing the equipment you're given, a L - lullaby, a L - love-ride through heavens and hells. GaiaMa:
You've got Gaian equipment, she takes care of you. on the earth I lie resting for now. many days have risen behind me into darkness the only thing I know to calm me is SHE: GaiaMa. the scent of ancient cedars embraces me I can rest now in the stillness of this Emerald Truth. cradled in HER magnetism I can rest once more perhaps til the sunrise perhaps til tomorrow perhaps I may sleep tonight. the cat gently comes around my legs sits on my sleeping bag wetly sniffs my nose. I can take it now: the morning darkness no longer scares me and perhaps one day the days will be days again. the skull is made of bone
and lives throughout the Ages it has seen many faces and carries them all some are afraid to look at the skull its bony cheeks with no flesh on them the seams that have grown to keep the plates together prove that the skull has matured (for a child's skull plates are still separate) the skull remains unmoving throughout the Ages and sees much it is unmoved by people's fear and remains, ultimately, untouched except by the faces that come to lay upon it life after life after life the skull is like me its structure looks ugly alone with no face, no flesh it is honest and truthful expressing the essence of the Ages it does not move like a face would because it has no muscles to twitch but it rests in peace throughout the Ages rests in peace throughout Eternity. |
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