Poems

[Daretobeconju]

The Good Mother

I press my hand to the breast of the good earth mother and feel the heartbeat of life. Chest expands, air retracts, then warm breath rushes past. Great oaken arms reach upward toward the sky, fingers stretch outward to catch falling sun and rain. I fall into your arms, body into earth, soul released and I fly. The grandest of aeons fail in your eyes. You hold the beauty of life cradled dear to your heart. You, who are of all. Life is life, but only beauty in death. Sorrow and happiness one in the great wheel. I shed all that I've been, all that I am. All that has been, since the beginning of time, drips away. Imagery surrounding loses cohesion and a cloudy remnant of what's real lingers on. I walk through the forest, the trees, the earth now no longer bound to my feet. What once was my hand pushing towards what once was my chest, I feel my heart beating, where once was my heart. And time, now of water, runs cool through my being. Ebbing with contentment, you draw me into your soul. I am engulfed in your presence, for all that is left of us is presence. No body, no mind, no words carry weight in this place. Then you speak. Your words make wholeness of nothingness. Your words create. You take the aether and form sky, the sky and form earth. You take the earth and form life, life and form me. My tears flow at the shear awe of it all. My tears flow and fall. They fall from the sky, falling down, down, down. You reach up from the earth, arms outstretched, fingers spread wide, to catch where I fall. I run down your arms, down your shoulders and back. I run through your hair, over your lips and you drink of me. You take me in completely, leaving nothing except the possiblilty of my being. Then you give birth to me once again in action, thought, and deed. The eternal cycle reveals itself in the words of the good mother, spoken so slowly as to take shape and be. Once we stood together, one being, one soul. One voice eminated from one heart. We loved when love was as light. We then spoke into being all that has been. We speak into being all that will be. Ever reflecting the beauty of being toward one another, we circle the universe in our unconditional love. We once spoke unto each other a name, your words were mine, mine were yours. When I called out to you, you were within me. When you called my name, I was your voice. Our children now look to us, they look up to the sky. I look up to the sky and there you are. I reach out my hands. My fingers spread out awaiting you. I tilt my head back and open my mouth. No words will I speak, only waiting for you to fill me with the words. You come to me, I take in a breath, I take you in. Silence. Silence. Silence. I reach my hand to my side, take yours in mine, and...
LOVE.
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All in life is well. Light begotten of Truth, Water of Beauty. We reach and fall and fly and give chase to dreams. We love and live and have children. I once knew a man and the most amazing thing happened to him. He had a child. A man, once a man, now a Father. The Good Mother cries. Her loss is her own flesh, passed onto the Earth. Sky amplifies tears, Earth refreshed, Child has grown, Earth Mother dies.
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