Numina—
I call to her,
she is born—
Numina:
The Formless into Form—
The Eye within the Storm—
The ocean’s deepest longing,
The grit that shapes the pearl
The pearl that makes the oyster
A joy to behold.
As Numina
We stand fierce & loving
One foot in the fire
One foot in cold ashes
Forever ascending,
eternally subsiding.
Yes, even as Existence
births Our body
into Form
again
and again,
Numina resides
in the space between.
Luscious,
labile,
eloquent,
encompassing—
bountiful,
laughing,
yielding fully to life’s own Becoming
bearing no restraint
& leaving only
a trail of painted feathers
in her watercolored wake.
Whatever Soul
occupies this vessel
is simply here to BE:
No impositions
Nothing to be asked
Nothing to be obtained.
This vivid realization
is the joyous birthing
of Numina
and all her kin.
(Mistake me not:
I am no one
I am nothing.
I am a hollow vessel
through which
Existence murmurs
a fleeting melody.)
(c) Summer Blake 2021