Waves

I am a wave. Gone over your head. And now you flounder - caught in the rip tide - caught just out beyond the safe zone - out beyond your comfort. He paddled for miles to make it back in - but should he have? Could have let the ocean currents take him to distant lands - and the cold, western shores. Everything I know bores me. I want to not know and step into the unspoken, unbidden territory - I want to dwell with the ogres, the dark creatures that make magic down wells - I want to dance with the faery in the old oaken groves where the ancients did their medicine - made their pacts with the dark - the fertile dark. It is not my lot to go gently into night - it is not my lot to be nice to the society I was raised by. It is to bite the hand that feeds me - see a new land and push towards it - or rather heed the call to come sailing, sailing - like Moses in his reed basket I float into another territory, another land and get raised by its royalty. I know not and I know this - I am change. I am a chrysalis - I will be a butterfly, I am a lion - I am a healer - I am a Sharman of my own life - its all rising up - I feel it - I feel it surging from my base all up through every space - my grounded Moon - my service and my feckless wild that is willing to face any discomfort for the joy set before me - to be true to my call - a soul alive in the face of no other - but the great mother. It’s happening to you too - feeling the birth travails - as the pushes come and it gets unbearable you stay in it for it is coming to pass - the days as yet there were none of them. Do not hold me to anything - or anyone - do not find me idle - do not say this way or that way - the road is straight - the road is narrow - and many come by this way only to turn away. Not I. Not I.