Eulogy

The wind howls, magnificent and shrieking, like some wild woman, unabashed and naked. Her brow wet with brine, upturned to the most holy sky, arms raised in supplication to a dying world, embracing, all that is. And she cross-legged, beneath Gods and Goddesses, hair whipping wind, eyes brazen, brown and soft. A touch of madness and desire, no human soul comprehends. Her howling becomes one with the wind, distress signals to the raiment, the ancient raiment that poets and sages sat under and above for millenniums. Legs stretched in front of her, toes uncurled, she lays back flat - allowing to be cleansed by the pelting rain, the dying Winter, the oncoming of Spring, a rebirth of births, a eulogy to the past, a welcome to the present, an embrace to the future. What it holds is of no concern, for she knows where home is, away from this society, away from the busy-ness of life, away from monotony and dramatics, away from this life consumed, with triviality. She is here now, waiting for you, to set you free from chains you have bound yourself with. Whip your shoulders back, allow them to fall. Feel the weight, vanish. Grab her hand, willing loving, kind, calm, pure and desirous. Show her how your soul shines, show her how your eyes light up, show her how you have released from your very soul, all the toxicity of existence. She is Earth, dirt Rocks and stones, limbs of trees, mighty oaks and maples, the birch and elm. She is the silt of fault lines holding this globe together. She is the mighty maelstrom, every season, without apology. She is you, me. Come, come and relish this moment, even if only once. Dine as a human starved. Sing of the grace bestowed upon you for you are born to be supreme, you are born with the ability to fly, you are born with the gift to see with six senses, seven. You are powerful in your wildness, in your pure soul self. She is here to tell you to scream and cry, until there is no speech, to the skies, to the clouds, to the falling rain. Let it wash upon you like a sweet cool dream, and come, come my dear soul. Do not wait. No hesitation. Moments are fleeting. She is here, now, with you, yet not eternal. Hurry, hurry, dear! She will share secrets with you, teach you how to see with eyes, that have no place in the land of humankind. Each blade of grass, leaves of the trees of her mane, like a thoroughbred racing, wondrous, eyes staring, mad, There is no finish line only now, here. This moment. Disrobe beneath this day. Give thanks to the Great Creator, to Mother Nature. To the spirits that speak to you in your dreams. To the souls that have guided you to this place, this patch of Earth, this precious time. Bow your head in prayer, dear soul. For you are in the presence of divinity. © Susan Marie