Rituals of Renewal

by Nickey Lauren

I drag my body through the dirt for good reason.

I tear skin against stone to make space for the next season.

With milk on my tongue

I hide away from the world

and dissolve into nothingness —

where everything exists.

And as I breathe in the mystery of my destiny,

with no attempt to resist,

I become weightless.

Promise swims in the downpour.

The Sun and the Moon share the dance floor.

And I am also here to dance.

Like windswept leaves on a branch,

I move my hips in a trance.

And it is not by chance

that the beat of my heart synchronizes

to the frequency of abundance.

The sky clears and blossoms open —

another season of Gaia has spoken.

Are you listening?

Because she’s whispering —

a constant wave’s christening.

Kneel in her abundant garden

and she’ll show you all that you’ve been missing.

I drag my body through the dirt for good reason:

To remember what I’ve stopped believing.

To learn from the pain I’ve been feeling.

To let go of what no longer holds meaning.

To rise towards a brighter new season.