Our Mother's Grace - a Musical Poem

In honor of all who are walking through this rare Saturn-Neptune doorway; landing on the bed of the hallway between worlds.

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I dreamt that I was running full speed
Fully present
Not thinking
And in my exuberance
I was completely unaware of the rift –
The edge of humanity’s 3-D cliff

The thoughts one has while mid-air
Fascinating
From, “I think I’m supposed to be afraid of these heights!”
To, “Oh my god, this is the most fun I’ve had yet!”
And then, “Oh man this is bound to be a messy death.”

So in my free-fall flight
I apologized to the honorable crew below
Who must eventually find
and scrape all the bits of me off
My final ending spot
The women gathered ‘round as I screamed,
My back! My back! Oh the agony, the pain!

They giggled
They winked
And so sweetly explained
Make all the noise you want
You know it doesn’t work that way

The Earth had caught me
In her deep green forest floor
A spongy undercoat that anyone
From the cliff above if they really knew
Would forever love to die
And rest upon a final kind of freedom
From the barren rocky grooves
The ones that I popped out of
Studied objectively for a time
Then dropped off by way of sudden edge

I kept reflecting on this past
Yet simultaneous view
While staring at the tiny rocks above
I was fully aware that it still existed
But somehow I was here
Maybe dead?
I couldn’t tell
Why bother to describe?
My heart was breathing
Sighing
Never feeling more alive!

They were still waiting for me
The ladies with their golden calm
Until I finally realized
That there was no need to die
To find the truth

It was the women who helped me up
And began to re-teach me their ways
Which was our way –
How to help the ones who will follow me
To the Earth’s natural floor
Into the arms of our Mother’s Grace
Where all things real await

The ladies told me that some take more time than others
Because for one
They still think time exists
And it’s hard to let go of the old idea
That they are less-than
And afraid
And dead
And that they must fight
And suffer
And kill
And lie
And swear
Again and again
Because this is how it’s always been
A struggle
An unreachable goal to own
What is naturally within

In the end
They took me to Gaia’s kitchen
And began to show me how to prepare the food
That would soothe these broken souls
When they finally fall out of sync
Out of time with all that is unreal
Words and poetry cannot describe
How fulfilling it was
To remember the simplicity
The community
The love
The healing that awaits
When we finally let go and fall
Into the arms of our Mother’s Grace

by EM Meyer - July 2013

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About this piece: It began as a lucid dream. I was so inspired by it that as I wrote it into my dream journal, it turned into a poem. Later, it called to me to add music and sounds (Garageband) to enhance the memory of it and maybe share it with others. The song I included in the background is called “Trance Chant” - something I wrote back in 2005 while experimenting with dropping the lyric approach and just creating vocal sounds over textures and music.

Welcome to the Hallway Between Worlds. One small somatic step at a time…