Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Rest - Art and Poetry

I grasp at my own will
As if the momentum is my own
To direct and push and pull
Walking ahead with the fierce 
Determination
Of a timeless warrior.
Go.
Do.
Preach.
Help.
Walk.
March.
Run.
Fight.
Resist.
Phallic arrows searching outward
For the unbridled darkness
Known but unexplored
And once touched,
Must be felt to comprehend.
Profound wisdom steeped
In the womb of Woman.
The source of all
Seeking
Being
Helping
Hoping
Desiring
Birthing
New life.
She is the entire ocean,
Undulating and wide,
Brimming with miracles,
Beneath a surface unseen.
Poisoned by toxic exploration,
Pressured to remain calm,
Lamented for her power,
She remains untamed.
Those that navigate her surface
Cannot comprehend her depths
Of brilliant darkness
Unimaginably illuminated.
She is the source.
Flowing.
Pausing.
Being.
Allowing.
Enveloped in the womb
Of crystalline
Sacred Mystery
She rests.

Original Art and Poetry by Heather Thompson, Blue Phoenix Art
"Rest"


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