Fierce Grace

Fumbling around in the dark as I made my way to the bathroom at 4am yesterday morning I was accosted by the muse beckoning me to transcribe a poem. In my sleepy haze, not able to embody picking up a pen and paper, eyes still closed, I obeyed her and picked up a voice recorder and mumbled what was coming through...images speaking into translation. It was the dawning of the last day of a cycle yesterday and today is anew and this is for you, for us...

Our precious souls fumbling around in the dark
looking for some sense of peace
denying the process,
pushing it away like it had no significance.
15 years, leading ourselves to believe it was lost
still trying to find ourselves,
thinking we still have this mountain to conquer
but look how far we've come
our blisters on our feet that have healed and opened and healed and opened and healed.
and now we're open raw souls
and feet and heart and head OK with raw because we've seen the cycle.
you've seen it heal and seen it open
thrusting towards the light as it pierces us to the core
seeking out the dark cracks we've carried with us through the ages
dragging them with us
allowing dust to settle in the corners
and now we seek out every lost spec
every last speck.
it's time.
reclaiming the Sparks that have never quite ignited
adding fuel
adding fans
adding wind
adding risk
bare feet, open eyes
looking our ancestry straight in the eye
asking, begging, accepting, knowing
wielding strength to take them on
enjoying the fight because it's the final frontier
for the next leap.
watching us dive, tearing our chests open.
kissing the mouths of the past which is now, which is coming, which is all encompassing.
sweet mothers and fathers holding our hands, egging us on, pushing us forth,
holding their breath as we breathe for them.
because we know now
because we know how
because we know
as trees
as clouds
as sky breathe
connecting our feet deep into the core
remembering our mother
our strengths our softness,
our fiery bellies relaxing into knowing the cycles that align
and surrender to steadfast harmony
with breath and lungs and feet on soft forest floors
shafts of sun beaming through our heads
our hearts melting us into the vastness of ourselves
bowing to the grace of our fierceness.

~ Sivitri

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