A conversation with a dear friend inspired the poem below, as we shared our experiences of stepping into the energy of 2012. As I listened, an image emerged. I saw a woman standing on top of a tall rocky precipice, in fetal position, her long hair flowing around her, and her body still wet like a newborn. . .embryonic.
Standing on the precipice
dawning this new day
a goddess stands birthed,
her long hair saturated,
wet with liquid global gold,
filled with lava nectar washing
through her global heart
in intimate bursts of connectivity
of knowing, of truth
of seeing, of awakening
the whole world inside herself.
Like a son seeks into his Mama’s eyes
I stare into the sun
witnessing the moments
as a community of gods and goddesses
each on our own vibrant precipice
cradled between Father Sky and Mother Earth
wet and renewed
sacred and pulsating
inside stillness and silence and love.
We are the Daykeepers
standing centered in our mesas
tooled with rattles, cloths, crystals and water
as we midwife the global heart’s rebirth
inside our sisters and brothers and friends
inside our corporations, homes and schools
inside ourselves and the whole world.
© Sheryl H. Netzky, All Rights Reserved 2011