Snake
This is snake time
This is magic time
Time of transformation
Shedding the outer old skins
The tired, the worn out skins
Revealing an inner new self,
Working with, moving on, sliding through,
Beneath, around, underground without a sound.
Tasting the air with flicking tongue.
Here the perfume of flowers
Here the stench of death
Forked tongue speaking
Hear my silence, understand
Understand the fork of my words;
The below the beneath,
The truth of transforming
The key to change
The skin splits when roughed
On the harshness of rock
Self-inflicting just enough
The shedding can begin
Leaving the outer, the old behind.
Bit by bit revealing the new, the shining –
The cycle starts again.
Its life, its death
Its fear, its trust
Its harming and healing
Its holding on its letting go
Its transformation, realisation
Rhythm and dance
Sleep and wake – SNAKE!
