In my dying times I curl in, upon myself, brittle becomes my flesh my muscle, my bones and ache though I do with the rot of it, still, I seek to protect possible newbirth prospect deep within the skeletal remains of what once was I.
Are we yet impregnated, by the soon-to-be Ghosts, of a Fading Age; inseminated, even now, with the unmet dreams and impossible to bear expectations of a minority frenzy still unaccepting of the Common need to bring forth from our Womb a power Truer than the one of Era previous?
Can we rid ourselves of antiquated notions oft harnessed as fuel, by those fearful of a Truer Power, to wage everlasting wars in a misbegotten attempt to retain a false hierarchy structure whose withering seeds prove an inability to father further violence and mayhem through any whom have boldly reclaimed their wombs?
Let us not waste the creative potentiality of our innate vessels and seeds by lending any further individual or collective power, through errantly placed attentions upon that and those which will not acknowledge that refusals for transparency are for the betterment of None but themselves whilst continuing with endless mad grabs for corporations, currencies, titles and countries with no regard for the damage inflicted upon our lands and shared vital resources bestowed as inherent rights for the support and comforts of All Life Forms upon Our Earth Mother.
Might we embrace courage to still our personal fears realized or yet imaginary, attained whilst we journeyed our seemingly collective dark night, to recognize the dreams our hearts yet do still hold as good and worthy even if the world about us may not appear to hold a place for us to bring to fruition our unique Soulful visions?
There is a gift within this dark night, one of opportunity, to divest the last vestiges of that which no longer rings true and to reclaim the confidence to boldly stand within One's naked truth; we are invited to consider if that which is perceived as barren might prove to be fertile soil awaiting the sowing of our yet-bourne Heart potentials if we can but release our fear of that which is yet to Be Known, Named and Seen.
Soon the tides place us upon unexplored shores and I determine, yet again, to have courage to stand within my naked truth with a hope to find recognition of they whose arrival has preceded mine own and to welcome with gladness those who journey even yet to join us here.
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