🦅 I am lifted
and exalted
as I spread my wings.
Oh mama Gaia
sings to me in parables
and falling leaves
Wonder...the windows of gently fallen trees,
The unfoldings beckoning calls of remembrance received.
Young bird,
unraveling
what she thought she believed.
Whistling songs of
Sweet seductress swells
As the well of creation crests open into the night falls bell
Held closely by the second wind, yet explosive expansion revolts against the walls of pain and I’m back again in these damn mental chains
But no I won’t scold them away this time, won’t fight my way out. Simply melt into nothingness until my spirit is all that's left and when she’s ready, source will say hello from the outside of the cage and reveal she never was there in the first place. ✨