
When I emerged into the harsh light of day
In this the over world
That underworld had receeded
That lay its claim
Forever upon my soul
In nights of tears and wanting
So that now in this the land of our migration
After a hundred years of separation
I feel as though I am being broken open
Strand by strand
In this crucible of an awakening
That could only lead me back
To the past
To that underworld
Where the lost mother was buried
When we left here
Just over 19 years ago
I dreamed of ancient green lands
Drenched in blood
With cow carcasses littered there
And in another dream
The young masculine lay
Castrated
As your family surrounded him
And I was asked to perform a healing with my hands
Which I feel now was a kind of benediction
How is it that our Self in dreams
Can see further
Informed as it is by the underground vision
Of a future in becoming?
So that now as I feel again
The Underworld calling
My soul aches with the recognition of how far from home
We strayed
And as the lion roars again
I feel the ancestors calling
Your work here is only nearly done
It is time to come home
this is incredible! did you write it? xo
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Yes, I wrote this.. or .. it wrote me ๐
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This is literally award winning writing!!!!
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Oh golly… .thank you Bethany I love when these flows emerge full sprung from within with not an iota of thought almost channelled. That is high praise… โค
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Oh i highly believe in channeled poetry
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