Clutching at Straws
The tsunami of the Endtimes Shift relentlessly moves on;
what is this instinct of reaching out?
For what? To stop?
Reverse the Flow, in panic
clutching at the old and outdated.
Sorry little mortal - let go!
Give up back-pedaling,
aching for Ago, grudging the new;
the resuscitating of moribund things,
embalming dead stuff
and resorting to automatic.
It is not a moment for histrionics
let alone distraction or diversion,
seeking alternatives, escape
or forgetting.
It is the time for attention and focus,
being present - but kindof aloof
seeing from the eye in the head
with sacred listening.
Sacred Song.
Be sure to know what is happening.
These contractions are birthing a veritable New Being.
The Earth herself and her creatures
along with the man-thing
is unfolding and stretching out
those crumpled Merkaba wings;
emerging into Light, rising up,
the placental life-support still pulsing - ready to be severed!
Come! let us do it!
Invoke the midwife angel-self
and cut that blessed cord!
Earth Day
April