There is an undying well in the desert Pulsing to be birthed in Emptiness
Will it find you?
You must go now to die --- to the ignorance, the fear. You must become dead to the underworld.
Your death is here now, as you go accompanied by emptiness,
Will it find you?
Dance into the death lodge through the roots of the Earth, the way sandstone releases over time.
Deep tonal vibrations cascading through the dying parts from earth-womb into you.
The 3 decades + 3 days of fear you've been carrying is dying now, ignorance is dying. You must die to the shame of being privileged and sacrifice your life now, so the broken voice can die too. The lineage of pain of not living is dying.
Dance into the death lodge through the roots of the Earth, the way sandstone releases over time.
"Something is going to die out there," the Elder's spoke.
Death is here. It found you.
Die out here.
"Dry creek beds" "Dig, and find water" "Think of what this giving of the Earth means" Rinse yourself clean with these giving waters.
Sacred belonging is your birth-rite
let it fill you now The wind purifies The sun warms the naked body
Spirit belongs in this warm vessel
Feel the contractions the in and out flow of prana intense wind Sun rising now, This is the pulse of sacred birth.
Go out to the desert to be accompanied by emptiness --- the bright, indescribable wedge of freedom without food or shelter, to feel full to be humbled
to be birthed.
