and now we are the truth: morning of the letting go


Aerial Rainbow Bridge
Rainbow Bridge National Monument, Utah, Aerial View, National Park Service

Morning of the Letting Go
by rachel snyder

Grandmother speaks
Open to words unspoken
The silent voicing of ten thousand tongues,
She speaks no language
So all may hear
All may know.

Grandmother speaks
No greater change Mother Earth shall know
Than the shifting of one human heart
No inner rumbling, deep volcano
Tidal wave of glacial ices
Rivers swelled with blood of nations
Blackened sky from mans great fires,
All pale beside the hearts rejoicing
Sudden jolt of true connecting
Open gates, let forth the waves
Of crystal waters, cleansing rain.

Grandmother knows
Your knowings, too!
The tender breath of sleeping fawn
The clear pale hues of morning dawn
Splashed broad across the mesa.
O Thanks, Sweet One, for softened clay
For hands that shape Grandfathers bowl
For arms that sweep the dance floor clear
For bellies, pressed to grass, to stone, to tree,
To skin, to belly warm.

Grandmother whispers
The hearing is the being
Where shifting forms dance shadows
On a cavern wall
In dark triangles moss grows heavy
Sheerest shard of light, of life
Let go, let go
Let go, let go
Bear waits to dance
To swim in honey,
Roll in meadows flecked by flower, herb and bee
To roar a song too long forgotten
Simply Bear to be.

Grandmother sings
Now join her!
In cold, dark north where death takes life
With no attachment to creation
To spin again the wheel
It turns
Toward sun’s first greeting
Life’s new dawn,
Soft deer runs swift
‘Cross autumn’s meadow
Approaching Home with bounding joy
And overhead Hawk circles round
As wing-ed beings fill the sky.

Upon the Earth Grandmother waits
To speak
To know
To listen
Her heart is heavy,
Her only want
To know if we are listening.

When healthy wood at feet is lain
And wings unleashed
And with them pain
Of many long remembered days
Of speaking with no listening,
Then I shall know the story
And I shall live the truth
And you shall know the ancient heart
And you shall live the truth
And we shall know The All, The One
The rainbow bridge
Grandmother’s web

And we are now the All, the One

And Now we are the Truth.

2 thoughts

  1. It would seem Grandmother is speaking to both of us this morning…I heard her soft whisperings upon rising!
    This is truly a heartsong to inhale Rachel! Inhale into DNA so it is forever embedded.

    Bless you for all that you do and share!
    In Grandmother Love!


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