The Divine Feminine, the Shekinah of
Hurricane Helene dives down into the depths of
Her seas while also spiraling up into the skies
Stirring up the water from her deep dark spaces
Plunging out wiggling and wobbling winds
With her orgasmic strength, spinning slowly at first
Creating a wide vibrating vortex all over the lands
Having stored up energy for so long before
Releasing and spewing like a volcano
Helene erupts into the air and activates
Surging waves and tides crashing into each other
The elements, fire, air, water, earth, and Spirit
Categorized a catastrophe by humans
A turbulent and violent cleansing
What if, like any release or surrender
Sneezes and orgasms
A tensing up, a constriction occurs
Friction generates and cramps
The body and heart, seeking release
Letting go of all that holding in and
Holding on for so long until there is
No alternative but to shake and snarl
Blowing out all the traumas and tribulations
All the stresses, insecurities, fears and horror
Casting out from the center source all the ways
In which we hide and hold back
Shielding ourselves from misery, or so we think
In turn, keeping us from living fully, modulating
Even our words, much less our feelings, our desires
Our actions, we have been told to, “Calm down
Keep it to yourself, don’t be too excited, or
Too animated and surely don’t be too
Loud or disgusting to others
Keep it down, shut up, and close it down, please!”
They wail, begging us to cut out our hearts
Live as if we were stone, rock, no feelings
No life lived, no sharing or making messes
Devoted to the Divine Shekinah
Helene becomes a symbol for our world
Our women, our people, our planet, our climate
Mother Earth and Mother Nature being
Fed up with the passing patriarchy
The cultures that have become
So corrupt that
What seems true is
No longer true
What seems right is now wrong
What seems up is down
Darkness is Light
Reality gets tangled in the mouths of those
Men and women who speak garishly
Seeking only power, fame and fortune
For themselves
Dictating to the rest of us what we can eat
How we sleep, love, what we do with our bodies
Along with how we look to them
No room for differentness or otherness
Too frightening and uncomfortable to
These white nationalist men and women
Who are so frightened themselves
Trying to put all the rest of us
Into cages, like animals, for them to possess
Direct, torture, and kill at their will
While their cages are so tightly constructed
That they bloat inside their bars with their
Blustering hatred
Their fears and their desires
Coughing up words of crazy
And torment, trying to pull others
Down into their dark, dangerous dens
To keep them from being
Oh so alone and tortured
Themselves
Shekinah cleans out clearly, and offers
Rebirth, transformation and deep
Abiding Grace to everyone who
Opens their eyes, hearts and bodies
To wake up
To allow for activation
Becoming initiated and marked
By Love
