The Sacred Vine's Symphony

disguised in a demure shell; only true Seers can find me

I hear a call to conquer hell. I hear the sacred vine’s symphony

my spirit was a furious fire doused to sparks by toxic positivity

I am embers in a country suppressing all that sets the soul free

I refused any more noise to be

stuffed down my throat thoughtlessly

I didn’t sign up for this.

I wasn’t born to exist needlessly

so, I drink the mother tea. I drink to find me

off to the forest, off to find the Why, off to find my ecstasy

heart shut tight, a door in a storm, prying her open is a basic need

my body knows. I look arrows at my trauma’s whale eye fearlessly

I’m ready to swim in the abyss of my frigid black waters valiantly

I join my new family as we raise the vibration of humanity

we grow roses and sunflowers in the cracks of our communities

we raise fists of love to our poisoned bloodlines angrily

we wipe sweat from each other’s brows. Go another round for equality

we fight for all that is right and follow the light as devotees

we howl softness in the face of hate, injustice, and animosity

we tell the darkness more! as it beats us down tirelessly

darkness does not know we can roll with the punches endlessly

with each blow our smiles peel wider joyously

who knew salt of tears and honor blend perfectly?

who knew forgiveness comes after a guttural and wild scream?

who knew the spirit world could be seen through an ancient tea?

my mind begins to wander far to places otherwordly

I surrender to the plants willingly and wholeheartedly

The Mother is real and her constellations burst paradise within me

the power of the vines collides with my unique signature of energy

the potency is as rogue as a tsunami crashing violently

I break. I cry my history. Humility crumbles my knees

I weep for all of the fall and separation in eternity.

I writhe in pain I’ve inherited unknowingly. Gaping wounds are hereditary

my ancestors refused to heal the boulder that is now crushing me

I’m afraid I’ll suffocate in the debris of all this grief

So I knock my head back to the burning stars and shriek with the fire of my own being

The Mother pulls back curtains of my addictions to self-loathing, self-pity

I do not receive any relief from her excruciating honesty.

my personalities and empathies have dulled to a whimper of what they could be

I am stuck in a thick mud where spirits groan helplessly

The goddess of Nature looks down at me like my bones are weak

I want to get out so I reach for her hand in an aching poem read elegantly

her quivering disappointment calls to something primal in me

I remember

I am a White Lioness born from feathers of clouds and spirituality

I find my fangs and roar unceasingly, unapologetically.

thunder rumbles from my mouth until I break beautifully free

I am determind to reclaim the lightning of my divinity

still waters wrap a blanket of profound peace around me

God’s hand pirouettes and twirls to my heart balletically

I am cartwheeling through time and giggling at my iridescent tragedies

I know this is a Grace earned over a thousand lives lived righteously

My heart dazzles and drums to the songs of the whispers in the trees

Visions of miracles revive a life and a love that will burn endlessly

I kick down my heart's door and hear mysteries of the universe speak

I look to the heavens and see a smiling face in the lazy leaves

ancient wisdom pulses musically through my brain’s ravines

magic sparkles in my veins. My blood runs wild with unshakeable earthquakes of belief

If you don’t believe in miracles, just ask your heartbeat

It beats to the rhythm of rolling waves in glistening seas

Our hands lock with conviction. We end the sacred ceremony

We hang song lyrics on a clothesline in the sun. We sing our healing ecstatically

united forever by our strange and a psychedelic anomaly

I exit without goodbyes because I love having beautiful secrets to keep

I return to the horror of society.

The lifted veil fades to a distant memory.

I find there are no guarantees.

I find mania is not reality.

I find I’m unsure of the plant’s veracity.

I find I am still a wandering puzzle piece.

my heartbreak runs deep so I preach and reach

until the ripple effect reflects existence as it is supposed to be

I will say for all my days to bring your art and write your poetry

take a block of hardened fear and chisel it to a masterpiece

you will never regret sweetly embracing uncertainty

faith in life and love are the only necessities

I woke up from a palace into a nightmare of actuality

I decided to flip the script, tear the pages, rewrite a better story

robbed blind but the one thing that will forever be

The holy knowing in my soul that now

I can see.