Swirling in the belly of the mother
like the cosmos at the beginning before the beginning.
Electric spasms crackle as a soup of possibilities
whorl in a maelstrom of chaos.
Pieces of cosmic rock alive in human flesh
collide storied realities, like a thunderous pulse
shattering across generations--
echoing into eternity,
a messy, delicious, dangerous, beautiful
re-birthing is taking place--
piercing the amniotic veil,
we rage against the shrinking confines
of minds like brief cases snapped closed.
We are the wild goddess birthing ourselves.
With patient eyes open
and our breath steady for the final
impassioned push into a new world,
we prepare to breathe fresh air,
and offer to all, the sweet water
spilling in abundance from our breasts.
~Suzette Winona Summers©
Yesterday, I was feeling overcome by feelings of grief and fear regarding our planet, and where we are now standing collectively... I was slipping into the place I have been before... paralysis. Having had trouble sleeping the night before, I worked on a sewing project late into the morning.
As I wrestled with my thoughts and feelings, I reached out to a dear friend who acknowledged my feelings, and assured me I was not crazy. Thank you, sweet sister.
Then, I found that other friends had posted articles on facebook by Shavawn M. Berry like "Swimming In The Deep End" and "Breadcrumbs in Dark Times: Any Minute Now, Everything Will Change". Through talking with my friends, upsetting interactions, and the readings of these inspiring pieces, the above poem came forth... These images have been rolling around inside of me, and I wanted to paint, but I was in the car, or at work without a brush, so I picked up the pen...
There is hope. We are shifting. It will not come about through a shift in actions alone... first we collectively require a shift in consciousness... the goddess is awakening...we are re-birthing ourselves...