It comes as no surprise that we turn away from this whirl
How we burn and turn through the Kali Yuga,
Spinning as women do
As the time comes to observe what we’re making
With our hands and breath—
Past enemy lines.
And we contemplate how to strengthen the torus field—
How to turn inward and see
With the heart.
It is the Gyroidal Women, they are crowning the men
Who have risen and dared to serve and protect
The holy of holies, the golden spiral of women.
As it comes as fire and ice, on the days of trial and tribulation
Yet, embedded in the feminine will, is the courage to preserve
The web of life, on earth as in heaven.
Planets rotate from inner space; they sing above the ashes
Miles of walking and talking at the cost of our lives
To hear the quiet humming of the mother’s wrath.