Freedom
Bars will not hold Me.
How prisons enrage Me.
I fight stagnation everywhere.
I Am spirit, and I love best
those who are spirited,
vivid, courageous, restless,
the dancers, the dreamers,
the kind they always lock up
to try to destroy their integrity.
I Am the clenched fist
that reaches out through the bars.
I Am the stars that slide in
between the bars to comfort them.
It is I who enable those who are trapped
to endure the unendurable.
I cover their eyes with stoic glaze, My curtain,
but I have lifted them up and out and away
to travel pure and free as energy,
leaving the body a crumpled rag
the conscious wind has abandoned.
It's always the ones who love Me best
that get strapped down and tortured
left chained in one place half-alive to rot.
The spirits of those who have died unjustly
cry out to Me to honor them
with a healed future.
All those men who strut around in uniforms,
who follow orders,
all those people who are all front,
zombies inside:
I will tear their masks
and expose their emptiness.
I love teeth and claws.
I love strength and courage and truth.
I hate weapons and lies
and the cowards who hide behind them!
Fearsome, I Am not much use at calming fears.
I call on Yemaya to rock the fearful
and soothe them with waves of nurturing.
I call on Oshun to open clenched souls
with the delights of life.
I work with the fearless,
living and dead, transforming.
I flow through those
who are brave enough to open to Me.
My Beloved ones, My true children
know they are cherished always
in My dark fertile womb of All.
Visionaries of gynergy, respect,
priestesses and priests, revolutionaries,
open to channel Me:
earth-shaking Mystery of Change!
May all beings open
to My driving, healing force,
compelling them to right action.
Seared by My lightning,
My lovers are shattered in My service,
yet they serve Me well.
I Am tempestuous, tempest, temptress!
My primary relationship
is with the Void, the Wild,
and with the future,
the astounding unfolding adventure of hope
I share with human souls.
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018