The seat of creation: Sacred Feminine!
Nesting Doll Daughters
All down the line of time one at a time from time immemorial into time infinite
(Making it look so easy a man could do it…)
Mother is the tunnel from the other side
The channel to DELIVER
To the here and the now the made-flesh intention of the
Standing/sitting/lying/crying/screaming/singing/dying in the trying
TO MAKE A LIVING
In fields and famine-by the rockets red glare-uptown-downtown-600 thread count-mud hut-best or worst day of a life but
Oh but wait!
(As if pulling that rabbit from that hat was not already ONE HELL OF A TRICK...)
The spirit of a mother
And even women who have not chosen to deliver a baby soul or who cannot …still know!
Are still (SACRED! FEMININE!) Spirit Mothers!
And know the love--that mother/LOVE!
Common as spit (still a MIRACLE!)
All tribes and stripes and tongues all pray on MOTHER’S DAY:
Breathe, Baby, Breathe!
See. See me?