Next Nine is a poem I wrote in 2003, referring to the next nine years that would follow. The last decade prior to the Shift in 2012 was supposed to be a decade of vast changes; geologically, economically, and spiritually. I never would have predicted that I would be so involved in the Shift. Life is amazing.
We are already seeing huge changes in our politics and environments, along with the turbulent conflicts and growing pains that accompany lasting change. We are in for many more storms in our lifestyles, landscapes, and global power structures. Bearing witness to these shifts can be both exciting and painful. An open mind and ability to adapt quickly will prove (again) to be essential evolutionary skills.
I promise to post a retrospective if we are still blogging in 2013. First, the full poem, then a breakdown of what each phrase is describing.
Next Nine
Compassion’s gloom weighs in absent organs,
Puppeted on strands of colored Earth,
it lifts to the new light of change.
Possession decays to serve the new equilibrium
while smoldering violence yields fertile ashes
for faithful tendrils to resonate overtures of renewal.
Expanded sees cloak fallen majesties
Limitless colors find edgeless canvasses
and madness screeches to its final extinction
A breakdown of the prose:
Compassion’s gloom weighs in absent organs
The weight of the world’s suffering can tug at our old heartstrings as we evolve into complete compassion; respecting each individual’s path. The absent organ is the “new heart” referred to in Synaesthesia and its capacity to hold the vast new love of an enlightened age.
Puppeted on strands of colored Earth
it lifts to the new light of change
Our partnership with Earth contains the strength we need to raise ourselves to a more peaceful existence. We must respect her power to carry us, and to destroy us if we become too parasitic.
Possession decays to serve the new equilibrium,
while smoldering violence yields fertile ashes
for faithful tendrils to resonate overtures of renewal
So many speak of the demise of materialism. Here the death of selfishness and violence become important steps in fueling the Shift. “Faithful tendrils” of higher love and purpose anticipate their own birth, patiently awaiting their arrival on the scene. All of this is a galactic plan, each of the catalysts serving out their specific duties.
Expanded seas cloak fallen majesties
The Pacific Ocean, flowing over lost purple mountain’s majesties of the West coast. This is not a wish, just a poem that took its own path of expression. Thank goodness everything is so sensitive to positive thought right now.
Limitless colors find edgeless canvasses
The new colors of a new age, and more than our easels can hold. I’ve heard about the new multidimensional colors from many channels in the last year.
and madness screeches to its final extinction.
At last, the madness of violence, greed, and service-to-self die off.
