Of Rabbits and Raven
Rabbits always digging,
digging deeper, cutting into truth's marrow....
We screwed a mirror into the ceiling
of the Temple in our skulls,
jumped up through it,
discovered a world turned backwards,
The deeper we dig,
the higher we climb,
the rabbit hole stretches forever on.
And I smile.
An Alchemical wedding,
an Illuminated union
shedding light upon ancient footsteps
moving into the future -
a vow of: "From before our birth,
and even after death, into a new birth."
joining into a Sacred Shield.
We dine upon postcards of the Nativity,
steaming off faded stamps,
adding a fresh coat of colour,
chuckling at Raven stealing
the Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.
O what a Trickster!
Raven drops pearls into our eyes,
tastes the sun as lemon wedges,
passes on the seeds to us.
We water seedlings with tears
of vulnerability and fading fears,
feeling shoots sprout into trees,
feeling unfolding mysteries.
The ancient footsteps
ignite a futuristic beat.
the world is on fire,
but the drums do not cease
as we keep jumping through mirrors.
Mirrors reflected in dilated pupils,
dilated pupils reflected in mirrors.
No matter the course,
stars shine on,
shine with souls,
souls become stars,
stars are seeds for even more trees,
and pearls continue to drop into our eyes
as we navigate the twisting burrow,
meandering along a path where Raven flies.
July 8th, 2012