I embrace my sacrum, that blessed and sacred triangular bone that floats at the base of my spine. On its tireless quest to seek balance it informs me in its own sacred language when I veer too far. When I have been frolicking with the faeries and dancing with the elves for too long it speaks, sacred sparks that awaken me from my trance.
It is the pendulum, the fulcrum around which I wobble, like our beloved earth around her axis. In our solitary journeys [earth and I] we seek balance together.
My stillness determines how well I am able to hear her [my sacrum’s] message, how quickly I respond. Too long with my anger and fear? She calls me back to my center.
Can you hold both, she asks? Can you embody and embrace both your light and those parts that you have deemed unworthy?
Can you hold them all, fledgling children nestled within a mother’s bosom longing for acceptance.
Can you hold both?
Can you love the parts of yourself that hate, judge and harm?
Can you transcend dogma and the fear of being rejected for walking an unpopular road?
For we are all a universe unto ourselves, encompassing All. Can you feel the wobble within your atmosphere, the pendulum swing, your center?
I embrace the parts of me that are born of the fiercest night
the parts that hold my anger, my revenge, my spite.
I embrace my inner Manson, Rothchild and Cheney
all the evil in the world of which there is plenty.
I embrace the victimizers, the judges and the killers
for in my heart they come to rest restoring balance, peace and pleasure.
Without these parts I recognize I am not whole or complete
keeping them in shadow feels a fraudulent defeat.
I invite all to the center cast my midline aglow
into my heart of stillness where my universe grows.
I dissolve into myself, fragmented no more
the 7 into one my high heart opens the door.
I merge with my complete self, ashamed not of a one
I radiate from my center, a great big glorious sun.