I look into the mirror.
My face is
Black, Blue, Bleeding Broken
I’m an actress. My face is who I am.
In the center of my facial disarray
I see two black spots, the portals to my soul
I gaze into the invitation of this endless night
Hm, I wonder… What is my True Face?
Clambering with curiosity I dive into the vast void
Sliding down into myself
Shockwaves from the trauma with the rapist’s rage
Dissolving
As I return to rest and reside in my bodily abode
Slithering through unexplored territory
Unfelt feelings appear grasping for attachment.
Terror Rage Grief Blame and Shame
I frankly free fall past these new acquaintances
Intuitively I sense: These are not who I truly am. This is not my True Face
Dropping Deeeeeeper Dowwwwwwn Into The Depths of my Being
I see it: A tiny golden white light
Pulsing in the womb of my belly.
“This is it! This is my True Face! This is the Face before I was born!
In that recognition Maha Shakti roars through me
An eruption of the eternal creative fire that birthed the Universe
My entire body aflame with Electric Love
Activating Awakened Awareness:
In the midst of unfathomable pain and violence
Your loving fire rises up as the Phoenix
Showing me how to cultivate a new life
From the many dimensions of my turmoil.
“YES! Mother Shakti my midwife to rebirth me as my True Face!
Maha Shakti You are my guru, guiding me
To fully feel and possess my rejected feelings
As the sparks Igniting evolutionary revelations
Leading towards a radical revolution of my heart.
My own mother rejected me as the perpetrator who made her a victim at my birth.
Her “I Love You’s…’ full of fear
Shakti rising up from the molten core of Gaia
Grounds me in Gaia’s Unconditional love
For me as her daughter.
Belonging to Gaia. Belonging to my self.
Gaia, my True Mother
