resurrection

Gliding, flying, stumbling

crying

sighing

laughing

singing

I came home

to my beloved

I said I was buried and resurrected

because when you drink to the fire

you expose the bitter truths hiding deep

inside your heart

and when you hear your own heart

beat out the truth

then you begin to stride

rather than scurry

and as women

we have to

that is written

it is given

you carry your singing crying sighing laughing

voice inside your head

and beseech it to descend into

your underground

realm of humming happiness

from where you rise

resurrected

do you know what resurrected means?

It means coming back with the

power of the feminine

rising from the dead

being human once again

and being

woman always.

Listen

to the waves

to the silence in between

to the clouds gathering

to the raindrops not yet released

listen to the smell of the water

tickeling the earth

all senses are dancing together

the smell of the sound

and the sound of the smell

meld

into

one

Listen

to the drumbeats

inside your heart

and ask

where they

connect you to

can you join the dots?

What pictures emerge

just listen

be with the multiple

sounds of silence

resonance

quite

contemplative

innocence

listen

to the hungry

ghosts

inside

you

howling

waiting to devour

scraps of joyful self surrender

won't you offer them

a thick slice of freedom

a cup of gratitude tea

mix in the spice of lovely acceptance

and agree to weep for them
if necessary

now, listen.......