Something’s happening
Though not yet currently perceptible
We build the receptacle humbly
Cos we know that we’re nothing
Yet we
Know that creation was for us discovering
Suddenly
In every moment
Uncovering kernels that need to be mothering
Newness
But 1st
They must shed all the shells which are smothering
Winnowing down to the essence to once again
Sprout
With incredibly integrity and certainty
Shoots gasping upwards
Universe emerging see
Eyes need discipline and guidance to truly see
Senses are limited but stretch to infinity
With training
Focus on the hiddenmost Divinity
Continuously present in the whisper of her synergy
Remind us – let the ram’s horn blast through the past
You and I have constructed to pass through this wilderness
Those clouds which have shielded us from serpent and scorpion
We’ll soon be calling on
Where are you?
I can’t count the ways I’ve diluted and scarred you
Forgive me
I will no longer argue
The soil between me and sky
I will part you