Ancestor Love

At the bare start of it all
on Winter Solstice in the year of 2020,
when the Sixth Sun arrived I was alive,
an elder longing to believe,
trying to hope for a future
in the midst of the world’s dismantlement.
You, dear descendant, now alive
when the six-millenia cycle
has rooted and sprouted
and winged into bloom—
have seen the return to women’s ways.
The Sixth Sun I witnessed at its beginning
has knit together the human tribe.

You, my descendant, now take for granted
that reality is what we dream together.
Fully steeped in the world
birthed in the Sixth Sun epoch,
you can see the dreamer’s
baton of creation at play.
You know that matter is illusion,
and you view the nanotornados
we once called particles,
as energy fields that never rest.
The caul is cleared from your Pineal Eye.
You see as we could not,
how all the energies entangle.

But back in the time of your ancestors,
the mirror was shattered, the circle sliced.
Sharp edges made for broken reflections,
and we did not think to look
for visions in the shards.
Sweeping it all away,
it was space we made unknowingly,
for you to pass through the doorway.
The contractions of our labor
more intense than any we had ever borne,
tore apart the body of our species.
The mess and surge of birth
made men everywhere, terrified.

At first, for decades, in fear,
they terrorized across the globe.
It was then the Mothers came forth
and showed that infinite expansion
was possible. Was mandatory.
Only the fiercest pains of labor
could call you and the future
all the way through.
It was for you that we turned ourselves
inside out. For so long a time
we pushed and groaned and then, at last,
delivered the squalling infant,
human luminous, the new.

Today I peer ahead. Today I greet
the grown-up species you’ve become.
In your time of Sixth Sun brightness,
the human tribe’s returned to one.
I see you, dear descendant,
re-enchanting the garden of earth
with the medicine of belonging.
I see you practicing presence
in harmony with each and every planet being.
Oh descendant beautiful and longed-for,
across vast fields of time,
I am sending you today
all our Ancestor Love.

© Susa Silvermarie 2022