Pele’s Magic

Authored by: 
Heather Breckenridge

PeleHer steam seeps through cracks beneath my feet.

I feel her heat, her presence, her obsidian self.
a loosening, a spiraling,
a channel of new growth, rebirth,
rebuilding, renewed.

My spirit cliff
-- sharply God-carved --
caves to ocean depths below.

A loosening, unfolding fire!

She is my past, my future,
my holy present:
Middle earth breaking free —-

Creation from nothing,
from everything?
Imagine!

Some parts of her harden, while the
rest widen my pulse.
my breath, my spirit…
        awe,
                awe,
                        awe,
                                Awakening!

She rolls over edges,
boiling to meet her destiny:
the wet Goddess.
fickle and eager for embrace.

It is made holy:

This is a white lucid awakening; an archaic fire of no-time kind;
a river of rock; a molten prayer resounding,
a coming into one’s own and out of one’s unknown.

She moves me ever forward, deeper,
        down,
                over,
                        past,
                                present,
a silent prayer emerges.

Waves encompass her,
joining her in glorious exuberance.

She is met and made whole, solid.

Birth of a brand new earth:
less than a second old…
Imagine!

Yet she has shifted my consciousness
into no time,
no beginning,
no end.

How magnified is this now,
now!