The Wombtree

The drumbeat turns the great wheel of water,
the wombtree swallows you whole.
Its wise old roots embrace your poor heart.
It is time, to at last, go back home.

East and South, West and North
become like old healing friends.
The doorway cracks open – step forth with your strength,
a journey that will never end.

Arrow and bow. Flint and fire.
Tools from your spirit guides.
Your feet leave the earth and soar through the worlds
Your heart will for-ever fly.

The ice of the west, it burns off your skins,
with change and transition abund.
The serpent of doubt guards the wrought-iron gate,
the trickster inside must be shunned.

Death you will find in the East of your heart,
in that far off and most distant of place.
A tiger then rises in spirit and fire,
the darkness inside illuminates.

Down in the south, the moon sings its sonnet,
fear is the old enemy.
Emotions to be felt, a wheel to be danced,
in the depths of the swirling summer sea.

At last in the North, your quest is revealed,
where armies and giants will fall.
The stars dance a song for the love in your heart,
a Hero must answer the call.

The drumbeat turns the great wheel of water,
the wombtree swallows you whole.
Its wise old roots embrace your freed heart,
at last, you are here, you’ve come home.

~ C. M.

Published by Charlie Young

A blog for my Soul by Luke Sammons

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