Slipping into the Cosmic Womb
Through the earthly wound
Guided by the sacraments
Relaxing the mind's need for understanding
The body craves remembering and
Releasing all that is not hers
From the cavernous casket
Into which she was born
Ancestral patterns galore
Patriarchal conditioning seeming solid
Picking and choosing, sorting what
To leave and what to take with her
Wear and tear of chronological years
Sliding off her body now
Through the gifts of Grace
The marble of the vessel
Chiseled away over time
Letting go of what no longer serves
All that doesn’t belong now
All that takes up space without
Participating in the growth
The Great Surrender into the Wonder
Celebrating the success of a
Long lived life, now fully embraced
Transforming, constellating
Spanning the distance between
All living beings and the cosmos
Between Mother Earth and her ocean depths
The tides of her seas outside and
Inside a new being
Whose own waters flow
Within the confines of her membranes
This body called human
No boundaries, no limits
No seeming structures
All parts are soft and oozing
Sliding into and out of each other
Until the time comes to manifest form
Sensing, feeling, not seeing
Not seeking to explode out of this
Tightly constructed rocket capsule
Not yet
Finding meaning and purpose in
Her search for the Beloved
The ultimate cradle of
Sacred Transformation
Crucible of Spiritual Growth
Illuminating Metamorphoses
Throughout her many lives
Awakening at times, becoming reborn
Reactivating, reanimating
Recovering during the renaissance
The reinvigoration and resuscitation of
The Cosmic Heart of the Universe
Feeling this Heart pulsing, beating
Inside the Divine Feminine
All around her and through her
She rests in the Divine Mother’s arms
While her body adjusts to hosting
A novel creation of life, a New Human
Transitioning gently
Sacred iZ streams out slowly
Gradually emerging
Embodied in and transcending the mother
Rejuvenating the energies
Within and around her
Revitalizing her bones, her organs
Skin and tissue, cells and blood
Channeling, singing, speaking
Dancing the Divine
Revivification of the Human container
Now expands the comfortable coffin
Its shell breaks apart delicately
Into the Light and Consciousness of the
Oneness of all Truth and Light
Christ Consciousness born again
This time as Divine Feminine and
The Divine Masculine uniting to
Create a Divine Child
Queens, princes and princesses
Never Kings
Sacred iZ, born anew from the ashes in
Her last dash out of her cage into
The Heart of the Universe
SiZ, sizzling with Power
Eternal Grace
The Great I AM
Love and Compassion
The Dark and the Light
Never evil, ever
Sizta of all beings
Whole and Holy
Everywhere, all of the time
Everything and no thing
Hearts beating now all together
Succulent sips of the Breath of Life
Conjoined through connections
Between the realms
Within and throughout all realities
Love and Compassion
No shock and awe
Always gentle
Always soft
Flowing into and through
Not around
Not anymore
*[The first Second Coming follows]
The Second Coming
by William Butler Yeats (1919)
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
