Never before now
It could not have been
Genius rules over pushing
Force creates resistance – implosion
A cascade of lessons fall upon me, necessarily
when I project my will upon beauty
shaping itself according to natural law
Leaning into is not the same as domination, and it is not passive
A softening with a posture rooted in faith
A rising from womb to womb to womb, born again, and forever
My mental body always searching outside, never to find You
The mind exhales when given permission
to release a role given by coercion
Returning to the heart requires wings.
Wings require remembering the song that sings light alive, first in me,
so I am full enough to sing forth that tree, upon which I will perch.
Patience is in the ways of the wind
My seed song adrift, hovering above home,
until my vessel is clear for immaculate conception.
An arm of air lays me down into fertile soil, the blueprint calls forth
the synchronicities of Life to bring me alive in alignment
with the One they thought they could erase from me.
This Holy work can take lifetimes for the winds of change
to lift my wings, to flower forth in perfection.
This is the lifetime my ancestors tell me
The prophecies could not have been heard any time before,
from any other tongue, in the way I can display
Love to those who have lost their way.
I land firmly in my skin and embrace the gift.