Like a Prayer abandoned on the Street. Entangled in bristles, thistles and Thorns. Tassles of Arteries and veins held together with dirt, clay and determination.
Hunchbacks of soil encase S-shaped spine. Skewers of sticks, rocks and Bones pierce my sides.
Roots pulled violently from the Earth yet not pulled apart. Therein lies my hidden strength. Palatine Realms are found in Dead Doorways.
Muscles and sinews exposed to unfamiliar daylight.
Souls came with me as I was ripped from my terrestrial womb. Eruptions of long gone Voices suddenly displaced from home. Not so Silent surrender. Songs and Dreams dispersed floating driftfully seeking sanctuary.
Head bent forward. Seated alone while being ignored by passersby.
Will I become sawdust or mulch washed away by the rain. The Valued parts of me became a plank, a board, an Artist Table.
Am I not as good as those housed in white walled sepulchres?
Then came one who saw my deeply entrenched Holy Beauty.
She who with loving rituals committed my energy to time and eternity. My Memory lives on Thanks to Her. Cosmic Travel lives on.
I see you She said. I see the authentic natural real you.
Returning to Mother Earth to be scattered across the oceans, seas, plains……taken up by the wind once more. Galaxies. Sand. Soil. Swirling rings around Saturn Whirlpools of Atlantis Solar systems of revolving doors.
In the Dust of this orbital sphere are seeds and spores of generations yet untold. Stories to be written and songs to be sung. Poesy hanging by vineyard climbing ivy searching for fertile ground in which to take root and bloom. You are the pitter patter of dew arising with great tear droplets falling to moss and leaf covered ground. Take hold my Luna branches and spring forth from sweet tender Gaia into renewed awakenings.
Foliage covering preternatural forest an ancient womb delivering sustenance to all flora and fauna. You are the scent of a damp summer’s night. She suckles her young with tender shoots Arboreal Splendor to behold. Goddesses arise and walk about restoring the vanquished, quenching all thirsts birthing new lives.
While walking the Woodland Green I paused to admire a luminescent mossy patch upon the ground when a preternatural calm descended upon the forest glen. Caught in a vortex the earth began to spin.
Then came a vast rustling of leaves and branches so strong that I thought the mighty Looming verdant giants would come crashing down. Whilst caught mid-spin I kept my eye on light shone down from the jagged Oculus mid the canopy of trees. Forms freefalling started to take shape. A veritable multitude of amalgam multifeatured animals like none seen in God’s Natural Kingdom.
Seemingly Middle Earth had exploded skyward hurtling forth a cornucopia of imps, fairies, hobgoblins, centaurs, and satyrs, gremlins with their symphony of resounding bleats, howls, and shrieks. As they struck twig strewn ground at once began leaping, frolicking and gamboling in a macabre dance bier simultaneously appearing in forest clearing. Such a cacophony of squeaks, squawks, hisses and moans that assailed my senses that I shut up my ears attempting to block the imprisoning noises.
The Bier seeming to be the only source of calm called me forth from this forest den of iniquity bidding me peace, calm and tranquility from the storm. I answered Bier’s call to lie upon its violet flowered shroud surrendering to dreams eternal of the Babes in the Wood.
Vulcan struck his anvil with his mighty hammer, silt iron raining down the tectonic plates once holding our planet together. I cowered in the explosion of darkness, rain, soot, soil and ash. Memory obliterated by Mother Earth. Soul brittle I become a human time capsule. Once friendly skies now rumbling, streaking lightning have come up down for my burial in cracked earth crust. Gargoyles and satyrs interrupted from their madness of illicit orgy seize my breath with angry talons pulling my soul into Hades. No time to appease angry gods.
I am rushed to oblivion. Silent witness to a now angry mountain. Prisoner to fear that split my soul as the earth quaked moaned and heaved like a drunken sailor in the aftermath of a brawl. The skein unraveled leaving only salt pillar bodily form of a once vibrant soul.
Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit 