My Holy site, I spent a great deal hiking here in my younger years with my best hiking buddy Kinney. A place just off the San Andreas Fault - that huge crack in California that can be seen for miles when flying north to San Francisco. This particular area is just outside of Los Angeles, near an area dear to my heart, Valyermo. A sacred place I escape to when I need deeper connection with the Mother.
Earthquake
The whalebone corset,
Of concrete riverways and freeways,
Has been drawn too tight.
The Lady needs to break Herself free,
From the artificial Lay Lines drawn by humanity.
The ground feels sickened,
The atmosphere reflects the feeling of vomit.
A deep sigh She takes,
Valleys deepen, mountains will grow.
An immersed breath She takes,
Before you hear the moans and groans far beneath your feet.
Seconds before the trembling starts.
Fracking quakes drop the ground from 'neath your feet.
They catch domestic creatures by surprise.
The wild ones know when these are coming.
Original quakes give much warning in relation to their power.
Feel the ground move 'neath your feet.
Large ones cause the land to roll like sea swells,
They knock you to your knees.
She rumbles and moans,
Shuddering at the acts of humankind.
She shapes Herself,
Freedom of expression.
Aftershocks make the ground wiggle,
Like Jello, 'neath bare feet.
Makes one queasy.
Healing clays and springs well up from fault lines,
A fickle but giving Mistress she is!
Repercussions power around the Ring of Fire,
Another Ley Line has been plucked.
We sing back to Her with hoofbeats and dancing bare feet.
