humilitea

am i humble enough to sound my voice?
divine will says i have no choice,
so initiate the one in me
who innovates from two to three
to embody the vital truth of we
through majesty of synarchy...

can my ancient mountains of restraint
hold the clear and joyous lake?
a timidly tectonic yes
from terra firma in my chest
spaceless space of buddha's quest
stilling the wave to take my part
in the torus of creation's heart
aligned with one great central sun
thy will be done, til queendom come
within my core lies panacea
alchemiss of gaia sophia
on a maiden voyage with athena
sourcing miracle potions from tiamat's oceans
where valor treads, unbroken
with golden threads, interwoven

may our leadership
lead her ship
on these open seas of synarchy
in friendship guided by empathy
and a compass rose of purity
am i strong enough to be the last?
am i soft enough to free the past?
can i belong enough to hold the mast
with gentle winds of yin steadfast?

venerable isis at the helm
surfing amphitrite's realm
compassionate sirens expanding horizons
re-integrating every lost island
lemurian lions, hyperborean diamonds
remembering our star alliance

across endless incarnations
our wisdom has arisen
to weave the essence of life's vision
all and nothing,
timeless something,
emanations always running,
until the grace of stillness
swallows bliss in her tender kiss
and suddenly, i remember this:
trust is the greatest force there is.
love is a wave you cannot miss.

so trust the timing of your footsteps,
release the waters you haven't wept,
and trust whatever's coming next.
empty you, so we might bloom
for we contain the multitude, in perfect harmony
nothing left to exclude, all in service to beauty
paint your white dress with rainbow tears
embrace your gifts and tame your fears
remember who you came to be
in this masterpiece of unity
creatrix restored, our core reborn
gracious, luminous, infinite we...
and humility, our remedy.

-Amy Wharton