Loosening Into Light

Original Poetry

LOOSEN INTO LIGHT

Original Poetry

Golden bow and arrow

Blood on my hands

.

I reach for my skirts

And lift them to the heavens

.

To release dark crimson red

As an offering of my lineage

.

To the now thirsting earth

.

She’s quenched

as our red painted prayers

.

Cover small mossy sticks

With dampness of leaves

.

Soil and numbness

between my toes

.

Auuuuuggggghhhhhh

I moan

.

As I breathe clouds of rainbow vapor

against the night sky

.

I reach for a tree branch

To bear the strength of my pleading grasp.

.

If only the last drop

Of my first blood could be collected

.

And become a gem

To be worn on my heart forever

.

To hold heat on my chest

Whenever I forget my true origins

.

And I would whisper my secrets

Into this amulet

.

And I would call on my grandmother

In the pains of my labor with it

.

My golden arrow aims towards

The Moon, piercing her so she may release

.

Her own tears and sweat and blood

And breastmilk

.

The great celestial orb

Softly blossoming open

.

Only to then gush with

Springs of Red and White

.

To birth the body renewed.

And here in this fresh vessel.

.

poured into from the lunar door

colostrum streams from

.

double galaxies once more

giving nourishment to life.

.

I pause.

.

I’ve birthed both invisible and seen

Until there’s no more to give.

.

Only now to recycle.

Venus rises and with her

.

Reveals my new pace

My golden bow on my back

.

Pearl in hand

the sunrises and sets in Timelapse

.

With each blink

My eyes silver and gold

.

two sisters returning to a night sky

My body becomes dry

.

And turns into decomposing granite

Until each grain

.

Slowly slowly

Sheds.

.

To arrive at Mama Pacifica.

My eyes focus on the horizon

.

The Sun and I

Forget we ever parted

.

As the hourglass of my body

Settles into shifting grains of sand

.

Until all that remains is a single sphere

.

A mandala

Of intertwining colors

.

And wings that glow

.

To keep company with

What is sentient.

.

And I, Free to explode into a nebula

.

Loosen into Light.

.

-EmRa

Inspired by our current work with the Blood Gates in The Temple of the Muse on The Rose Petalled Path with Marya Stark 🥀

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