WarNing, AMateur PoeM Alert

Sometimes, because I am an elder woman, I think about the children who are being born, inheriting genetics, state of the world, culture, spiritual awareness, and so many things that I am not aware of.

This poem was born in a moment and may not be a picture of what is, but it is an expression. I almost didn’t publish it because when i look at the poems I wrote as a teen, my face turns red. They reflect my understanding at the time.
Also, when I say, no dues to pay, I don’t mean that there will be no hardships or sorrow, no joy and ease. I guess what I mean is, they/we are born knowing so much and I have great hopes that we are right there with ourselves and children as our teachers, listening, riding the wave of our now, present moment, past/future. There is so much value inside of us.

It’s raining souls

Through portal lips

Of women

Soldiers of Light

Trumpeting their way

Bypassing

What was formerly required

No dues to pay

They come

With golden and violet intent

To be alive

To witness this

Is My blessing

Look at the world we were born to change

I cry and my tears make a river

For the boats of children

This is not about the future

No “apocalypse is coming” signs necessary

I/we are the prophecy

Time has folded on itself