Revolution

There is a revolution going on.

No.

Not that revolution.

I am not talking about politics, or race, or society’s values, or ethics.

I am talking about a revolution of the evolution of the human spirit.

I see it in the young people.

I see it in the old

I see it in those who are undefined by their age.

It’s there in men, women, those who identify as non-binary,

and in those who fluidly pass from one to another.

It’s happening and there’s nothing to stop it.

The young are moving away from the church’s idea of Communion and moving into

A new understanding of what the Word means.

Those who have experienced their own gradual growth

are appreciating – –

and sometimes resisting – –

the push into the deep end of their own awareness.

It’s not always easy to swim where you cannot touch the bottom,

Where you cannot see what might be lurking in the depths below.

There is a revolution going on

Ripped from the safe cocoon of ignorance

And dropped from a height born of illusion

We are immersed in the frigid flood of melting polar caps

And the rampage of the rapids of transformation,

Flailing to maintain the dream of days long dead.

Of bodies, and thoughts, of relationships and places that are no more,

And never were.

Those who thought they knew us well… Those we thought we knew well…

Now pass as strangers holding onto their own lifelines

Tethering them to the shore.

Afraid of letting go

Afraid of what may reach up to drag them under:

Their own fears paralyzing their progress.

The shattering paradigms of their own reality threatening to slice the cord

And leave them at the mercy of the roaring tempest.

There is a revolution going on

And it's changing the inner landscape of the Soul

(With a capital S)

Affecting not just one but all in its unceasing upheaval of consciousness

Reflecting all around us as

Earthquakes, tsunamis, cyclones, fires, floods,

Devastating droughts and blinding blizzards.

And as the valleys rise and the mountains flatten,

Mudslides unearth the rotting remains of who we were

Exposing them to a postmortem, revealing that which endures.

And it doesn’t matter the labels you own or don’t.

You will not escape it.

The revolution has us all in her mighty grasp

and will mold you, and shake you, and drown you,

and throw you into the devouring flames of her spiritual inferno.

Not caring for our individual fears or loves.

Daring us to rise again —

As phoenixes birthed of revolution.

Kathleen Kellaigh

2/4/2021