exhausted from the fire

as my womb opens up

to flood my consciousness

with the death of potential

making room for the next cycle

not knowing it is barren like my heart

wandering labyrinthine paths

of reconciliation with the One

prayers bleed onto the earth with each pang and tremor

of piercing truths once obscured

by sugar-coated-air-conditioned-downy-soft illusions

testing the strength of spirit-mind-body

refreshing the soul with humble gratitude

for the gifts of relationship to

earth-water-sky- flora-fauna-human

each breath contracting dreams

spinning new webs of intention

weaving new depths

of mystery and consonance and reprisal

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