Knocking to Open a Way

Knocking to Open a Way

There was a time

When woman was sacred

When the vessel of life

When nature and it’s womb were sacred

Offering the very connection to the deeper state

There was a time where consciousness was of highest value

And the means of expansion most sought after

There was a time where the creative free flow of connection

Coming from the right brain was known as doorway

That was the view back when the circle was unbroken and whole

 

In the state of isolation the doorway became an obstacle

An object of ridicule

And the systematic wiping of cultures that sought it with nature

Creating the shadow of a drugged culture without means

 

In the state of rejection, the other side of the doorway

The treasures that lay there to be graded by a special few

Putting in place an army of clowns and clans called religion

In this migration woman was no longer sacred

Neither the womb of creation that is Nature

In this migration civilizations mark of progress was forced linear

Into the action of ruling over the beast of nature

Creating mutations of genetic modifications of food, of DNA

Manipulating the weather and regarding herbal medicine as pathetic

 

The gestation of spirit in a womb considered a nuisance

Where mother is forced out of care, our of consciousness

And back into the greed of money production to serve

The linear as soon as possible

Discarding the timeline of natural birth

Forced into the scheduled calendars of doctors performing the ritual of cesarean

All this to avoid such nuisance

 

And who we are cannot be wiped away

The promise of time lays as it may

The changing of seasons

The eras of consciousness exploration and shadow

While my shadow wants to wait, for a better day

Consciousness keeps knocking the door for me to open a way

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[Morgan Storms]

Your poem is beautiful and deep. If I quoted anything from your poem I would have to quote the whole poem! I am so glad that you joined Writer's Cafe!