Song of the Roses

We arose out of the great depths of the water well.  We morphed rigidly out of out streamlike shells, and could not know why we had become so very hideous.  Freakishly, we grew limbs and began to crawl the earth on our bellies, and breathe an unfiltered air.  It was like we had been awakened by an illusion of terror, out of the deep dream, sanctioned by a bed of oceanic comfort.  Actualization of self came on all too suddenly, and eventually, the dependency on the earth became to massive, when we were called to live upon the earth, when we were made to breathe empty space.  We jumped out of the water, and trusted the moon and the stars which drew us, to protect and show thy way.

We arose out of the ashes of our own fallen wings.  The kings of heaven, we could fly and sing, and we were lights of our own darkest nights.  One with the sun, we were light as the feathers we carried on our backs.  We would congregate so that we could sing together.  Our bodies were kept pure so that we could serve our children cooked food, kissing them as they ate of our contracted kitchens.  We taught them to fly, from the branches of our tree houses, then set them free to soar in the wind.  in the end, they always flew back home, and we would continue to be the birds that fly together.

We arose.  We are not products of the evolution, we are the evolution that produces.  Our metamorphosis began when we were born out of the stars.  We are the earth.  The pure expression of fire and water merging, and all of the elements of creation, the ultimate union of day and night, darkness and light.  We are the duality, made for perfect balance.  We are the truth seekers; the dreamers and believers.  We are the ones who dare to break the rules against the orders of the world.  Our kind eats the forbidden fruit because we are driven to know what it tastes like.  What does it mean and why does it exist?  We strive to understand the world, and are born to express ourselves, to multiply ideas, to be the new evolution beyond the physical.  Our species is the physical quintessential to a perfect form.  We are earth.  Orders of the universal truth.

We arise.  We are called of the timeless matter.  We are the stars from which all have been born.  We are the reality that has awaited the right time.  Called as we are calling, as we call we are.  There are no words.  There are no answers.  There are no secrets.  we are the instruments that were made of the vessel.  We sing as chanting angels sing.  We dance like feathers that blow in the wind.  Free heirs to the throne, we are the butterflies, and have come to celebrate the new day.  We, daughters, are born of the stars.