Starflower Rises

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Oh, for the second time

I hear Her call my name.

 

I am longing

for the sight

of soft curves –

rolling hills,

a Beloved Woman

Sleeping,

sheltered under

Emerald Green –

Pine scents the air;

Soft rains keep falling.

 

I’m coming.

 

I feel Her Sounding

from a great distance,

a huge Whale rising from

a churning chaotic sea

half way across the country.

This Mountain Mother

calls us. She

whose Body once

rose out of

wild grasses in

our bountiful

berried field.

 

We’re coming.

 

She held us then

in a golden circle,

wrapped us in green wonder

blessed us with Summer’s Light.

We felt Love bleeding

through disbelief –

I succumbed to what

I did not know;

Surrendered to a

Birthing under our feet.

I heard Her singing…

Love as pure Being.

 

We’re coming.

 

I pray the tough

and tender thread

that Binds us

will hold –

our love for Her,

Her Love for us,

Braided as One.

Once I feared Winter Snows…

Instead an avalanche

buried us alive in desert heat.

The Earth caught Fire.

We mourned.

I couldn’t breathe.

Oh, for the second time

I hear Her call my name…

 

We’re coming.

 

My cry echoes…

bouncing off

reptilian stone,

nightmare glare,

hard blue sky.

West winds unhinge me

with unforgiving fury.

Still, She hears me.

 

We’re coming…

 

Strengthen the thread,

keep us bound to you

until we touch

sacred ground

lush with greening,

walk reverently

over a bountiful breast

feel your Heart

beat as our own.

 

We’re coming.

 

Imagine peepers singing,

croaking wood frogs

at twilight,

purple crocus

seeping through

melting snow!

Our Dreaming creates

a Lizard path to follow.

Stay close to Ground.

We long for Black bears;

their fur- skin warms us.

We see them peering

round Mother Pine

anticipating

friendship and,

joyful offerings.

An overflowing brook

is a symphony

made of water.

She hears our cry.

 

We’re coming.

 

Oh Mountain Mother

For the second time

I am that child again…

spun out of blue and green

luminous Star shining

We beg you –

keep us safe,

supported,

on this long

winding soul/body

Journey

Home.

 

We’re coming…