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.