Earth Spasm Birth Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Create
Upon the palms whispering lines
Of roads never coming back

Strike
A bolt of lightning
Strike the heart

Move
The horizons
Uproot the skies
For a spinning volcano to grow
The lava of love
Burning each grain into an incredible embrace
Up to nothing

Give
Out of nothing
The utmost purity of the heart
No back return
From the point of no heart charge

Again create
The uppermost summit in wire walking shadows
To quickly slip through the holes of light

Enlighten
Give birth to a song
From the tombs now mute
In silence deeply plunged
To mourn
Over the death of the many
Is not the only way to grow

Grow
Go up beyond the skylines horizons

Break through in a warrior throng
Saberless swordless breath taken only
Sucked in the stardust
Universe black holes

In naked arms fight
The history of the touch

Divine the throne
Succeed to it in Godful embrace
The tortures of the womb
Earth spasm birth
Into your own soul
Stength