Wholeness shattered into sharp double-edged blades.
Cutting soul bonds of humanity.
Demanding, carbon-fuelled feet that have forgotten how to dance pound on the sacred mother.
Disconnecting a delicate ecosystem dependent on harmony.
Every breath of unworthiness expanding perpetual divergence.
Embers of sacred rage dwindle as dark despair approaches.
Tears bleed down dried river beds.
Exhausted wombs ache, cradling the wounds they can no longer tend to.
Niggling hope pulls at her seams like an unheard child.
Mama, Mama, Mama!
Waking from winter slumber, soft whispers of naked hearts gather in chorus.
Witnessing the possibility of remembering where these fractals fit.
Enveloped in grace, humility gently magnetises each unbroken piece back to its righteous place.
Gravity tenderly calls waiving hearts back to their sovereign core.
Love threading together each insignificant part.
Her sacred relevance remembered.
Reciprocity and reverence revealed.
Words from my heart to yours.
Written with love,