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BLOOD-TIME (For Laurel)
Finally ...
Squatting ...
Hovering over the moss ...
I watch my blood
Slowly drip onto the earth ...
Drip
Drop
A glob of red ...
I watch as I have never watched before...
My blood.
I breathe ...
Smell the smell of it ...
Fresh ...
Alive ...
Different than on a pad, old and brown...
Or held within me ...
Plugged up
Inside
Never to be seen
Felt
Acknowledged
Flowed
Celebrated
Or allowed to be my teacher ...
I see the inner juices of my body
There on the living moss ...
Soft
Green
Spongy, as I step
Or sit or lie upon it ...
Like the inner
Uterine tissue lining - bed
Which creates
The possibility
Of Spirit ...
To take hold
And turn to flesh.
Blood
Trickles slowly down my inner thigh ...
I watch ...
Time stands still
Marked only by
Drops of crimson as they hit the earth ...
I enter dream-time ...
The altered state of
Blood-time ...
This blood ...
My blood ...
Speaks to me ...
Come into me
And dance the dance of life
It beacons ...
You are Dancer Woman
Powerful ...
Fresh ...
Feathered Hawk Woman ...
Bleeding Time Woman ...
I have mysteries
To tell ...
And power to unfold ...
Listen with your heart ...
Your blood pump of life ...
As it moves
The saline mother of all fluid ...
Blood of passion ...
Through your womanly body ...
Come into me ...
My blood calls ...
I hold all things ...
Known and unknown ...
Come!
See, feel, taste, smell ...
Rejoice in!
The secrets of your woman blood ...
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