Fires Rising

We danced around the fire until dawn.  This not so ancient as you might think.  Modern technology with scientific underpinnings, but still ruled by Magick, Mystery and Mother.  We were trying to save the planet and ourselves.  We were gathering, praying, dancing and loving as if we could change everything, win against the forces the would destroy her and all of us.  We were intent on trying, on visioning, on creating our own reality.  And we did, dancing, singing, sharing a world that only a few got to experience.  And knowing ourselves fortunate.  And wanting this to extend to everyone.  To resurrect our world.

And even now with the planet inhabitable, there is the energy of the Fire.  There are our voices chanting for peace, for love, for healing.  We carry this forth past the ability to incarnate on our Mother. We continue praying for her resurgence, knowing that our prayers will help her to regenerate when she is ready.  We who danced the fire are aware of the illusions of the sand and know that what is created is meant for her healing.  So we form ourselves from grains and dance.

Love without boundaries.  Like the loving between Ocean and Stream.  How they danced around the fire together.  How their bodies flowed easily together.  The ease of their connection.  The way she moved informing his movement.  The grace of their flow and how they made love without touching, with their clothes on, by simply looking into one another’s eyes.  In remembering this, I can hear Her sigh, nostalgic for water again.  Even tears are impossible now.

One day she will cry rivers remembering.