I walk up to her, with a torch of fireless fire.
In the darkest night.
Bleeding my offering to the Mother,
Under a new moon. Starless night, & deep rivers.
Encourage her to float and then.
Sink. Into the mystic waters,
Allow it to merge her heart,
Shedding tears.
Death.
Transformation.
Life.
Foundations crumble all they now could.
Cocoon. Rest. New wings.
Stronger than before.
Rising, rising.
With the earth, fire, water and winds under her.
With her.
Through her.
Surrender. Plunge into the gaping space.
Don’t try and fill it.
Rushing it full will push goodness
Away, away, away.
Shutting the blinds.
And so open them,
Without fear. No panic needed.
Feel it fully.
Oh, spacious heart.
Open, light seeping through the valley.
Of her mind. Body. Spirit.
New space–
Grace-filled.