THE BONES OF COMMUNITY

THE BONES OF COMMUNITY

Passion pulses upward

splitting the parched crust of earth

as the wind howls away the last crumbs of secrecy.

The bleached bones of our ancestors rise and speak once more.

Those who have gone before shatter our complacency

Poke at the eyes of our complicity

and rattle the cages of our conformity.

a skeletal stark presence in a land

frozen by the terror of winter’s night.

Can you who listens to conversation beyond time,

sense the sun’s rays baking through these ancient bones?

Warming your chilled blood with words too deep to speak

Ways too dark to mention.

Dreams, impossible to imagine.

Be still dear one and know this complex wisdom.

from four-feet and cloven-hoofed ones,

from the pyres of dead witches and cloistered saints.

Let this sacred fire split you open,

wide-open,

to fall into the unknown treasures of darkness.

Descend into the depths of your longing.

and catch your bones on fire so you too might one day

rise from the ashes of your own undoing.

Radiating. Pulsing.

A light wave of Mystery

Ascending from the bowels of our communal Earth.

Carol Kortsch

1/19/2021