from the fruits of my dreamtime...
Held in the
Layered textures
Of dreamtime
I am brought
To the altar
As an offering,
Yet again
Now with
Three others,
We make four
Together
With a loud thwack
My arms and legs
Are severed
From my body
Sharp
Clean
Bone-slicing
Blood-splattering
I should feel horror
I should feel pain
I should feel shock
But in their stead, I feel
A dreamy peacefulness
And clarity
And aliveness
What is left of me,
Without my appendages?
My extensions to the outer?
Yes, I need to be
Right here;
Over
This
Edge
My mind is a
Razor-sharp diamond of
Precise
Divine
Operation
My heart explodes with
A magnificent
Screaming
Burning
Love
For the world
My womb pulses deeper,
Stronger than ever:
The song of
Belonging
Knowing
Healing
Enough
Overflowing with the
Excruciating Beauty
Of
Life
Unfolding
Yes, this is the
Order:
Womb to
Heart,
Heart to
Mind
No static
Clean and vibrant
We honor as holies,
The ones who
Cut our limbs;
As sacred parts
Of ourselves
We embody,
We radiate
Forgiveness
We see deeper
Than ever,
The gifts
Of the
Great
Mystery
Now we are ready
For re-entry;
The alchemical rite
Butterflies surround us,
An offering
A visual prayer;
Their fluttering wings
Weaving the web alive
With our
Electric presence
Ancient incantations
Stream forth from
Our mouths,
Wrapping the space
With a blanket of
Holiness
We rub handfuls
Of thick, amber honey
Into the edges
Of our severed limbs
We wind our wounds
With lengths of raw silk,
Embedded with Shiva,
In ground crystalline form
There is a palpable
Gratitude in
Our every gesture
And movement;
It breathes us…
Our soft
Feminine animal is
Amplified
Magnified
Sanctified,
As we move
Further
Inside
It is inherent;
Dependent on
Nothing
It
Just
Is
We stand,
We breathe,
Deeply
Present
As Women
I awaken, stepping out of this dream...
words & image © copyright Heather Rhodes at Studio Petronella
veiled beauty: maddie