Iron mined from deep within the cavernous womb of the Earth Released in a torrent of intention, anger, grace.
Honor this moment,
Hear her cries of anguish at the missed opportunity to birth a new life,
Her barren soil rich with minerals awaiting a seed to nurture. Tears amass and the river floods the land,
Washing the possibility out to the sea,
Uniting with the depths of her heart,
Releasing the sorrow of the ancestors.
Honor this moment.
Taste the richness of the lava that leaks from her sacred chalice. Pele's fire,
Creating new lands and destroying old constructs,
Her rage fearsome and palpable.
Her love pure.
Crimson threads woven through the tapestry of womanhood
From the beginning of time,
Bleached bones that once held the marrow of purpose,
Now dust beneath our feet,
Minerals to feed the dreams of our children.
Serpent slithering on her skin,
All belly and contractions and sex.
Her wisdom parcelled into each scale,
Shining, iridescent tricks.
Look from here and see another truth.
All truth is hers,
Seeds planted deep root down and down,
Reaching for her heat,
The rhythm softly drumming behind every ear,
Moment by moment,