Mother Wisdom Speaks

Some of you I will hollow out.
I will make you a cave.
I will carve you so deep the stars will shine in your darkness.
You will be a bowl,
you will be the cup in the rock collecting rain.

I will hollow you with knives
I will not do this to make you clean.
I will not do this to make you pure.
You are clean already.
You are pure already.

I will do this because the world needs the hollowness of you.
I will do this for the space that you will be.
I will do this because you must be large.

A passage,
people will find their way through you.
A bowl,
people will eat from you and their hunger
will not weaken them unto death.
A cup,
to catch the sacred rain.

My daughter my son, do not cry,
do not be afraid.
Nothing you need will be lost.
I am shaping you.
I am making you ready.
Light will flow in your hollowing.
You will be filled with light.
Your bones will shine.
The round open centre of you will be radiant.
I will call you brilliant one.
I will call you daughter, son who is wide.
I will call you transformed.

by by Christine Lore Webber