When I came into myself, again
Yet another awkward re-awakening of this body
I saw an imprisoned cage of where a young woman was residing,
It was right behind my Mother’sss eyesss
A tiny fire lit between the iris of two gazing hazel stonesss
One of yearning Death and one of burning Honor
Where ssshe might consssume the esssence of the temerity of one’sss own contentment
Ssshe dissspels and expelsss the very thought of joy’sss inner dwelling
It is an echo to Her very calling
That is utterly denied
Ssshe awaitsss in the agony that is a finely feathered & combed friend
A creature of Her neglect, sssavagery, sssorrow and lessser fortunesss
We unite forever Her & I
Tethered in an astral ancestorhood
Those figures whom come visit with whispers…sometimes shouting at me
They say,
‘Cut me down by the river
Where the water stirs leaves in lakes
Upon the earth’s womb right before
Thee
Blood that spills & slithers into Mother Earth’s harvest
The shores that bleed it’s magma layers
To the fiery depths of the creation’s pitfalls
Just as destruction of the water’s unrelenting torments
A tearing waterfall carves out the cracks of mossy rocks
She remembers…
She carries the world how she may,
Quietly shedding her skin’
The Queen of Consciousness,
The Snake Bride’s Daughter
She is Everything and Nothing
Simultaneously
Like an apparition she dies to the fallow grounds
Childlesss…
Motherlesss…
She sees herself in the eyes of her own Livingness
Cover Thy eyes to receive
Cover Thy wagon with a white cotton cloth
Unstained
We take what we get–
Reaching out
And landing heavily on a skinny branch like a songbird
Existing helplessly-hopefully
Giving our Giver the best we know how
A space between our intimacy
I leave behind:
Three yellow petals,
Endless stars of diamonds,
Three flowering dandelions,
Sharing together
Somewhere near their heart’s wishes, their mind’s desires, their spirit’s dreams
Standing at the edge of the burning sounds of Time
Ticking away at the heart beat of our own drum
We lay
We fly
We take
We sit
We wait
We receive
Unknowing and knowing truths of our beingness
We remain
Thumbing around blindlessly while smiling back to listen
To the crushing of sticks beneath the feet of our childhood loss
A symphony of May’s Phlox panting & the scents of the forest’s melody after the rain
For the growing life
Under the dewy waters
The mirror of pure white, pink, lavender and salmon
It comes, it flows, it falls, it rushes by, it destroys, it ends, it restores
Oh Mother, I release you…
Amen.
Allegory Of Medical Science, 1914 by Robert Auer (Croatian, 1873–1952)