Hollow Me Holy

(The Descent & Breaking Open)

I wake to darkness and depth—

a weight I can sense but cannot see.

my body feels heavy. I am surrounded by Death.

Here I learn what it means to hold—

what it feels like to be buried alive.

I exist like this until the reckoning begins,

a rumbling reverberating through my Bones—

until my body breaks, until I crack open.

Here I learn what it means to grieve;

what it feels like to destruct; to perish; to die.

Again. and Again. and Again.

there is bitterness on my tongue,

a lingering taste that tells me I am still here,

a scent of flesh and mud and stone.

have I confused corpses with bloody branches,

has this murk driven me mad?

does the Earth still know me if I’ve come undone?

How?

When sorrow spills from me

like sand slipping through the slits in my hands.

When I am morphed, contorted, twisted—

my beloved body scaled and shed,

fresh nourishment for the dirt.

how a numbness allures my spirit,

tempts me toward solitude—

this existence has gutted me,

deboned me,

hollowed me Holy.

What more can I give?

What more can you receive?

Soul answers.

endings are means of expansion.

Death is the Mother Womb of life.

you, my Dearest, my Darling, my Divine—

beloved by Her,

this is your becoming.

release to embrace.

slow to sense.

breathe into me.

it is time you eroticize Embodiment,

time to awaken to All that you are.

Daughter of Pluto.

Bridge between realms.

Heir of the Ancient.

this is your Sensual speaking,

calling you Home.

come as you are. rise from the Earth.