the thing about (re)Birthing is
it is a transformation that happens in the dark – at least in the natural rhythm
if allowed
Birthing people tend to seek isolated shelter
in the cover of the night their magic can Be done undisturbed
under the MoonLight
twisted faces are made in alchemical mastery
and as the Sun rises
a New one emerges
made crystalline out of carbon
breathing down into the soil calls upon the Great Mother and each of the Souls of Her lost children
a moment of contraction is preparation for expansion
as the waves begin to break in real Time
acceleration happens exponentially
past the point of any return to a Life of Knowing
breathing into the fire calls on the God(dess) in Change
in separation the sacred is Seen
transition reveals
the Truth eclipses
breathing into the water calls forth the purification of Life
the maiden is cleansed of Her youth
forced into a new Reality from within two Bodies
breathing with the cosmic wind
emBodying multitudes without words
humming into the Heart of the Divine Mother
as She imprints upon the Earth a boundless unconditional Love
a willingness to meet Death
and a fearless ability to confront all that is not real
in the name of
all that is.
at this point I feel I have said all that I can say
I have illuminated the Path at the continued expense of mySelf
my health
my sanity
I have danced on the stage through every act
hoping the visibility and applause might fill the void before Samadhi
in (re)Birthing mySelf I give Life
in my own public dying and Self ressurection
I create and Change worlds
the Hermit
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Lighting the way for others
ultimately ending up alone
in Samadhi
perhaps the only place I will feel entirely Seen
is
in the extraterrestrial community of my angels
eternal rest
in Serving this dying world
and finding the courage to hope into the next one
I have earned my Freedom
at long last
there are no more words to write
no more songs to sing
we enter a place of Self governing
I release the illusion of acceptance
the allure of the standing ovations
the entrapment of visibility
I refuse to Be in Service
to the people who will clap me on over the cliff
just to say
“I was there”
and
by taking on the title of a doula
I Knowingly enslaved mySelf
to the responsibility of seeding the Future
and now
as it begins to sprout out of the bloody soil
I emBody wisdom
in silence
retreat
stillness
liminal womblike space(s)
moving only when God(dess) calls
wanting only what She wants for me
in preservation
and immortal
boundless
Being
so if you catch me dreaming
please don’t wake me until I am done
just leave me sleeping
until the morning comes
pass me over
make believe that I am not there
just leave me Be
until the savior comes
thank you for releasing me
& so it is.
-R
lane. riley 