Stagnant Skin

This poem was written 10 years ago, yet it is poignantly bringing to question the same essential thought of our interconnectedness that I still ponder today.  The language is a little more ethereal and symbolic than my more emotive words of late- a reflection of  my journey through specific life passages I guess...

The Kundalini of our Collective Soul has a hole in it...

What if dream catchers could be used as light catchers- then
would we all be reconnected?
The spiral of our consciousness awakens
the sentient serpent who knows Earth,
knows the depths of darkness,
and rises
                out
to shed
               its skin
and
be
               reborn
again and again
into
              vital
                     living movement.
Ah,
to shed our stagnant skin
and
be
              reborn
under
              the unabating sun's rays,
or
              the quietude of the moonlight.
What
Liberation!