Death like raindrops falls upon the Earth,
washing clean a surface of pain and degeneration.
Death like wind blows gently the waves of the ocean,
rushing toward far, yet familiar shores.
We will stand upon it. We will walk the pale
beaches of lost knowledge
and find again what once was laid deep
in our bones.
We will rest upon the foamy water line,
seaweed and life tangled in our hair.
Till we rise and walk down the horizon’s edge.
Sharp like a knife it will cut our lives apart.
Letting what should fall away
be cast down into the pool of the Creatrix.
To be made again with purpose and skill.
And if we find that we can balance,
on the wedge of the Great Womb’s Divide.
We will walk on to a new realm
of knowledge and communion.
we will teeter.
Back to the World’s Shore
and find again our chance,
to cultivate our simple truths
the false anchors that fasten us.
Till we know again, as we always do.
That life breathes death breathes life.
The hoop of vast chaotic energy