Future-Love
Excluded, I Am becoming All,
the future incandescent in My dark.
Souls come to Me and whirl in Me.
I Am the well of souls, making well,
the wounded healer, healing Myself,
becoming whole, one soul.
I Am the whirlwind of change,
the whirlpool of souls, cleansing.
I save not what they ask Me to save,
but all that is worth saving:
keeping everything eco-gen-Eros,
keeping nothing ego-logical.
Surely I who have nothing
would never waste anything!
I drink in souls to the dancing place
where the All honors all Individual,
turning, turning toward Justess and hope.
Once upon a time I gave birth to the moon.
Now I birth the future only.
Surely I will never miscarry.
Out of My nothingness
I Am become,
in spiral dark,
the Womb of All.
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018