Great mother
The one thats here throughout it all. Reminders to go slowly, to feel the softness of skin, of breath, of smoke, of air. To hear the sounds of hands writing, of fingers playing the piano. That it’s okay to go gently. That the Gods of this new world are not here to trick us, not here to deceive. That they are here to hold us, to ease us into peace, into tender, sweet, easeful release. We release to receive, and it’s okay to let your tears fall. For it’s a new chapter, once and for all. This one swarmed in knowings of worthiness, in complete and utter stillness. Silence that blankets and fills the whole soul with aliveness and peace and bliss. The gods, the great mother of this current world, the one we know, the one we live within, she holds, so firm and so strong and so delicate. Her touch is as smooth as silk, her whispers and her kiss send shivers down my spine. She reminds me that I am hers, and as hers, she is mine.
True love will find you when you give yourself to her. And so I do, I give myself to her so fully and so completely and she showers me in blessings. In reminders of my own divinity. That the light that I seek is always within me, that I can fill myself with it at any and every moment, that it’s my Goddess given right to do so, and so I do, I drink deeply from her. The cup overflowing as I let go. That old version, the one that clung, that held on so tightly, that was the old me, but now I’ve grown, I’ve changed, I’ve evolved, I’ve learned. That the true nectar of life is within the sweetness, the softness, the unfolding into surrender. The ways of the water, she grows violent and wild to steer me home, closer closer closer to her, the heart, the beating drum of infinity.
I am hers and she is mine, together, forever, eternally entwined.
Why did I hold on with a grip as strong as iron? To something gone with the wind… why did I not believe in goodness, when it surrounded me within every rise of my chest? Every fall, every exhale. I held on, held on, held on, yet the waters of this world need to flow, they need to move, they become one with the ocean and I do too. A river who has found her home, a home amidst a sea of light, and this light will always guide you home. It’s not something anyone can give to us, simply something we can grant ourselves to receive. Like a pearlescent dragon with kind eyes, and tears of jewels, she cries, she cries she cries her prayers through my body, she moves my hips, my lungs, my heart, she breaths me into center, she walks me home, all the way, every step. I am never far gone, never hidden from her love. It encompasses, it swarms, it touches every broken part within me and proclaims me whole. Her love gifts me freedom to dream, to rest, to be loved. To live. For I am one of the living when I am with her, when she is with me, held in her arms of all eternity. I am one of the living, and life is but a dream, a dream come true. Whole and complete, I am everything, as are you. Let go, release, and let love do what it knows, what it yearns, what it is meant to do.
Fill all the cracks, and let you live large, your story is your masterpiece, your home is within your heart.
