Poem 2 - Creation

21.12.21 - Lake Atitlan, Guatemala

One fated night,

Wrapped in the wings of the Great Goddess,

My heart pledged her truth to her Creation.

And Mother Jaguar came. And Father Deer came.

And they sat by the fire with me.

They held me in their ancient presence,

While all that was not Truth

Was pulled into the flames.

While all ideas of « us » arose to fall into release,

In the womb of the mother, “us” died.

On top of the mountain, WE were reborn.

By the water baptised, by the fire consecrated.

By Spirit moved, always

On This land that calls me home

That made me remember my name.

And I will keep choosing

The path of Divine Truth

And keep burning away

All the residues

For at the center lays always

Something so much greater than myself.

And as I hold the vision

Of a Tomorrow born today

Like the rising sun

Invariably meets the horizon

WE come together in unison

To honour the Creation.

I do not name you.

For to name you is to negate you.

And you do not name me.

For to name me is to negate me.

And still WE dance.

WE dance the cosmic dance.

Trusting,

That Truth is blowing under our wings

And that it will always circle us back

To this cradle of Creation

Where all else fades away.

I do not name you.

You do not name me.

And still together,

WE dance,

And still together,

WE rise,

And still together,

WE Remember that this was the moment in time

I had been dancing to reach.

In Truth, Love and Beauty

Here. Now.

Always.