Alchemy

Depths unknown to all that travel my banks, the lighthearted and weary, righteous copulations of grace, bent on knee, in prayer, simultaneous, divine, wild, unashamed. I am, a river. My waves rush, furious, raging with disdain, until the ebb and flow settle softly, joining tributaries to rest precious feet. Eons have waded in my cool, jeweled streams, unabashed, unapologetic. Step with reverence, dear soul, pure thirst is endless. This is, salvation. As thrushes depart, from throats, parched, releasing weights trapped within abdomens and attics of the windows to the soul. Great holy supplications, rise as smoke signals, above bank lined forests of siltstone that adorns each side of me, settling upon cloudbursts of moss covered rocks and trunks of trees, felled in battle. Thunder, I am. A Valkyric call to arms, jolting awake souls, eyes flutter once, raindrops assail rooftops, like arrowheads lain lost, lulling mouths to speak, words, deaf to ears. Climb, dear one, upon rise of new dawn, for I am, a mountain. I am treacherous. Footholds are unsecured and gravel is enemy, yet trust, that I, hold dear each heart. The limbs of the arms of my brothers and sisters, shall help halfway, rising from dirt, with the setting sun, until the top is conquered, with soul bare and sweating, to all that is, fire, I am. My torch, a lighthouse for the lost and found, the barely breathing, the beggar and thief, the lover and unloved, the bleeding hearts that suffer when I rage out of control, taking with me all of the hurt of humanity. Vesuviant waves of forests, vanish, like man taking man with bullets, hot, searing skin, causing tears to the bleeding hearts that suffer for their sanity. I fill lungs with life, air. Eternal conception rests, within my soft, sweet breeze cooling brows, beneath the unyielding force of the great eye of heaven. I, urgently plodding, grow in all seasons, and travel time that does not exist. for I am, a root. Arteries and veins are pathways, known only to those that choose to see that this world, is but a photograph, blurred. I am Nature, dear one, eternal. And in my wildness, I am free. And together, we are Mother, Father, Earth. Words © Susan Marie Image © Marl Golding http://markgolding.co.uk/digital-mandala