Monday, October 19, 2015

Getting to the Root of Me

I crawl among the branches
  of the roots of my soul,
     as the worries of my thoughts
       take wing to the sky.
        I climb further down
          to the core of my being,
           and peer into the recesses
            of my inner darkness.
             And there I see an
              ancient crone
               sitting in repose,
                sipping from the nectar
                 of the gods,
                   clad in the robes
                    of the goddesses.
                      I commune with the
                         beginning of time,
                       the edge of the universe,
                      the center of existence.
                  And I see the thread of
                connection from me to my
             crone, to her crones all the
         way back...to me.
       I breathe deep and
      absorb them all into my heart center
    and hold them there
   as I climb back to the
  upper roots of the branches
 of my physicality.
 And return to here.
Now.