Entheos Holding Hands with Sorrow
The dark night exposed their red stained lips
From tasting the fruit of the underworld
—digesting the native tongue
of living in the ashes.
Circling sanctuaries of the mystics,
Shimmering facets of Enchantment
allured them to taste this living world;
so they crawled their way
up the steepest escarpments
caught by undulating spines:
Yield, push, reach—
entheos holding hands with sorrow
Into the mystery—
they echoed back,
roaring
thunderous wails
softening the freeze:
melting
vulnerability moving a vision.
They longed for a reverberating
return—
Beyond the container of the ribs,
they were mentored by the substance of lungs—
stirred by a spiraling tonic
of sinew, alveoli, respiration—
moistened moss,
a vision of life.
Occurring beneath the surface of ash.
Shaped by expanded peripheries
of holy encounters—
collisions of beauty and grief,
the edges of calcified ridge and ether
cracked open—
And Moon rose—
and Moonrose,
An emergence of winter’s keeping;
‘Tis a season of gestation.
Day-by-day, they lifted the ash—
dissolving the veils between this world and the next;
Found, beneath the surface—beyond the veils—
a hollow bone,
a precipice,
a passage for birth,
an ember—
They blew on it;
it got brighter:
and the return,
the return they longed for—
found them here,
and together,
they ignited a regenerative fire of love
in their own heart.
--words crafted by Colleen Bishop + her experiences with Earth
>> the above-words emerged while participating with the living world during the 2023-2024 new year visioning passage*
--the above-photo was a moment Stevie (participant) experienced during the visioning passage on january 1, 2024