Eta Nearrum - Ember

an ember rises deep in roots of my
everlasting soul, primeval body
force forgotten since we left the caverns
when the time has come to move forward

it calls me to where heart of nature is
massive grey mountains, overgrown old woods
virgin temples of life plurality
places with their own timeline

I try to ignore blazing call inside
growing impulse of primitive instinct
I feel fear and hate rushing through my veins
slowly in my mind crawls sense of loss

those new chains are holding me tight

thousands years to cut umbilical cord
indestructible bond with mother nature
"finally we can take care of ourselves"
self awareness surpassed the children
and they rejected their mother
but they were never self-sufficient

now I stand shackled in chains created by myself
on my own old request unable to move
inner embers, the old mothers' love
makes me feel both proud and ashamed
I desire reconnection, but it's too late
prodigal sons did not get a second chance