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12/7/22
I am the one who flies. Gentle mother who mothers me. I am the snake that sheds it's tight skin. I am the guardian, the keeper of the secret of life and death. I have stood at the threshold and wept. Sagging skin. Heart of hearts. I am the one the gives birth and cuts the cord between this life and the next.
I am the one who is carried by the river. I am the hands that release. I am the shark who protects. I am the altar, the mother who holds me. I am transfigured shape shifter. I am the one who goes in for the kill, allowing what has died to rise again.
I am the one who drops down. The turbulent waves carry me. I fall. I am the one who makes the offering when there is nothing left but sky, sun and stone. I am the one who rests and waits. I am the one who trusts.
I am the one who dies and rises again. Pure energy swirling in the cosmos. I take the shape of an owl to look you in the eye. I am the one who stretches my wings to cover you. I am the one who weeps next to your body, broken until you are whole again. I am the one who holds the cosmos under my wings.
12/31/22
I am the one who knows the way forward is the way backward. I am the one who rises from the ashes. I am the one who stops dead in her tracks and flies away. I am the eternal. You and I are one.
7/13/24
I am the one stretches my back over the bones of the dead. Who erupts fire to burn down the house. I am the one who gives birth to what dies, who travels down, down, down to go up, up, up. I am the bridge between heaven and earth, between top and bottom. I cross over a thousand times.
8/6/24
I am the one who cries, who never got to say goodbye to the boy with the bowl cut hair, never got to hold him one more time, hear him call my name-Mom. I am the one who looks up at the heavens wondering where you are. Where am I going with this-heart heavy as lead. I am the one who soars ahead, you leading the way. I am the little boy who loves to climb, never afraid until I am afraid. Standing at the edge, I take the leap.
8/19/24
I am the one who lays the bones on the ground, holy one. I am the one who drops the masks, who gets to choose who I want to be: sex goddess, conjuror, creator of beauty and life. I am the one who dances with serpents, twisting her way with me. I am the one in my body and my body is home.
9/5/24
I am the one who is covered by the veil, a child bride ripped away, ripped apart, my insides not matching my outsides. I am the one who longs for home, returning to the mother. In her arms of pleasure, I fall into folds of skin. I am the one who remembers the dead, speaks their names out loud. I look at you with golden eyes, the spark of desire. I burn up in flames, my heart on fire.
10/2/24
I am the one with the heart that breaks open, nothing left but surrender. I am the one who cracks and cracks, dear precious heart. I am the child who sleeps, who asks “Mother, will you take care of me?” I float on the sea to get picked up by the wind. Your tears could fill an ocean. I bubble open to receive, always loved. I am here. Welcome back.
10/31/24
I am the one who kneels down and prays, feet held in the hands of love. I release petals to the wind. With hands open, I receive the gifts of love and death. I am the one who wakes up and wonders who will I be today?
12/4/24
I am the one who falls to the ground, who gives my body to the earth. Oh despair, mother drink my tears. I am the one who gathers the seed to drop down. I am the prayer who blows in the wind, following the scent of honey I find my way back to you.
12/4/24
I am the one who looks to the sky and breathes in what is coming, who falls into softness, allowing the flames to purify. I am the one who becomes the hand that holds all that was, all that is and all that will be.
01/24/25
I am the one who holds your hand in mine-bone on bone. I am the one who throws back my head, always open to finding what has never been lost. I am the one who dreams of the dead leading me back to the beginning. Welcome home, my love
03/18/25
I am the one who stands behind your shadow, a messenger whispering in your ear. I am the one with arms outstretched, beautiful mother with snakes in my hands. I am the little girl who sits in the tree and dreams of you and me. Our life takes flight. I am free. I am free.