The Mythology of Becoming
Your names rest in the mouth of the deities.
A prayer, unspoken.
A song not yet sung.
Until.
One day.
It spills.
Over their lips.
Onto their breath and out into the world.
A river.
A flood.
A calling.
You were here.
Of course.
Waiting.
Wanting.
The anticipation blooming under your skin.
Knowing that there is something.
Beyond the veil.
Needing you as you need it.
But when.
Your name is said.
With the full body of its magic.
When the deities release your fire from their soul.
You feel it.
You know it.
A spark dances with aliveness in your being.
And the readiness becomes more than an idea.
It becomes a landscape that you must throw yourself into.
While each being’s name is spoken.
At the moment most perfect for them.
Many think that with it.
Will come perfection.
A perfect path rolled out before them.
A perfect goal just within reach.
A perfect way, full of right and wrong and ease.
But that is never the case.
The moment your name is spoken.
Is the moment you are asked.
What you want.
It is when you must look.
See.
Acknowledge.
What is missing and what you long for.
It is the time to claim what you are willing to place within your mouth.
So that it too can be claimed by life.
So that it too can be birthed anew.
So that it too can become.
Real.
With darkness and density…
With love and fire~
Jo Anna