For when you are ready to strike the match
On your lips is a beginning.
A word.
A crack of lighting and the deep body of thunder.
On your lips is a key.
Ready to unlock the madness and ire that have been hidden within the folds of time.
On your lips is the knowing of life from when the sun first sank below the horizon and we wondered if it would ever find us again.
On your lips is a flicker of everything that has ever been a dream from once upon a time ago..
Each and every one, waiting to fall.
And one day.
The curtains will part.
Or maybe the clouds.
Or maybe even your lips.
And you will let it spill like a river until the flood brings you back to a landscape forgotten by touch but not by longing.
Because the myths that are born of the rage and pain and love and wild need to be told.
Each of them with a truth that is startling and clear.
We are not to be lost in the deep waters of our being, spinning in eddies of stories that are simply a cloud that covers the moon.
We are not to live only on the edge of our skin far from the roots that birthed us.
We are to turn towards the howls of incandescence.
Towards the despair that breeds in the easy ignorance of our days.
We are to meet the ground as if it is our soul and hear the song woven from the bones of life itself, realizing that our self is only another world for the All.
We are to inhibit the full breadth of the expanse, with a cry that shatters the distance.
And calls us home, once again.
With love and fire~
Jo Anna