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fall into your grief, your strife, your weakness, my child
fall into my arms in a heap…
only then, when you are so vulnerable
can i awaken in you the consolation
the wisdom
the strength
that has been planted in you all along.
So be not afraid of your weakness, my child,
nor your tears — fall into it — use it to fall into Me (your Greatest You).
i am waiting. i am always here. bring your vulnerability to Me.
for only when you are feeling hopeless
is there an opening
for you to anchor
into your deepest power.
I am honored to share that one of my poems was selected to be performed at the Dancing Poetry Festival. Information and poem below. Thanks for following me!
Dancing Poetry Festival
Legion of Honor SF
September 15th Noon to 4 pm
Tickets $15
I’ll be reading with many other outstanding poets whose poems will be expressed through dance. I will read Matryoshka Dream, re-published below:
matryoshka dream
like butterfly wings that gently gather
then flutter to dust off the tenacious detail and pricks of the day
i fold into myself
then curl me inside the wings of the mother to release
to the dream of assurance, compassion, and peace
i am held in this refuge by mother
when next i see the arms of the one who birthed her
circle and embrace my holder, my mother
then the one who comes even before her swaddles us both
followed by cradler nested in the grand mother before
and she who is held
inside the arms of Mother Heartbeat holds her daughters against her great body
we are embraced, we all
seraph embraces angel tied to butterfly, wound to womb
then Grandmother Wisdom emerges to enclose we all
in protection, understanding and infinite love
mother womb inside mother womb
all down the lineage we are held, one another inside ourselves
and she, Great Grandmother Sky
is held in the heart of our Great Cosmic Mother
and within all these mothers’ arms i am attached
we are invisibly connected
in indivisible
sacred embrace
leaving me to float in Mother Moon’s halo
of grand sleeping dreams
the moon is rising in the “V” of the tree
Vulnerability
where i am open and raw at the heart
soft white orb glows
fills up the chest of my thunder struck tree
houses the soft child
nested in the trunk
pearl essence dots the cells
and tiny moons multiply
the umbilical girl is tucked inside hugging her heart
the white radiance warms and lights the darks spots
the hard holes that hold
the bark of the shelled-out tree is tough and strong
the trunk, it’s vibrant roots travel down, down
intuitively finds the mother womb, the source
she welcomes and obliges
we are her children, she is our mother
this is what is meant to be.
umbilical pumps the blood to the root
keeps us alive
and the moon light
softens the gaze
eases the blow of outer life
magnifies but heals
radiates truth, magnificence
soft child curls to red heart, her comforting gift
rests in the shade of morning glory
night bird flight.
then grey fear catches at the throat
swells and blocks the flow but dams are necessary on this river ride
to measure out the flow
we get stuck and ask why, why
cry out in pain, misery, ego-self, dwarfed into material being…
the moon sings out, drink, drink
drink my moon milk
i serve moon milk to grey ball, shadow and child
this all takes time which
holds us in question, makes us do our homework
all the shame in the world won’t set you free
but love surely will if you are patient
know the moon milk is mother’s milk, it nurtures
then the eddy breaks
and the cork bobs down the river
shaman sucks through a straw and calls the grey ball home, from where it came
all the grey ones inside disburse one by one
go home, past life, go home hard memory misinterpreted stuck in my body
spew musk perfume and tap my body
sing my throat for sacred preparation
like a marriage, my throat must get ready
i tone it clear, sing it through
tap my heart, remind myself
i am tree embodied by Mother, rooted in Grand Mother
blessed by Grand Father, Given Guardians
i am shine
i am child nestled, but more than that
i am tough like tree bark
i am exposed to the elements, mortal and fallible
yet i am true
i can know who i am
i can root, take my time
know myself and own it
like the eyes of a tree i see the moon rising
and it is me.
i wouldn’t trade you
for a pursed smile behind a locked heart
that looks so good in leotard suburbia
i wouldn’t trade
your spit and blue lips, punch in the throat
for all the gabled lawns in the hamptons
pretending tidy and wrapped in comfort
wouldn’t trade it even though everybody can see through
your thin white skin, you can feel it tear
seeking the purple birth of spring
i wouldn’t trade you for the ring around a fairy
money in the bank
or the symmetry of stable chemistry
it wouldn’t be real
i want you to feel, motherless chimpanzee
your acute appendicitis is as real as your eyes
drilling holes in the falsehood
driving down to the truth that hurts so real
i wouldn’t trade your feelings, thick and red like lava
that stops everything and burns
wouldn’t trade your pearl magic living side by side with fear
wouldn’t even trade the stricken hole in your mouth coughing up roles
like chicklets
staking your place until the earth rots and you pull up your roots
then set again
i wouldn’t trade what’s real
like the trying on of sizes
chewing the gum of bitterness
wouldn’t trade your shadow for the sky scraping transcendence
because it’s down here, down below where the portal is
i know you’ll find it because
you Are a sky-embracer Already.
i wouldn’t trade you for the world.
it was before the en. when circular doorways and soft-edged answers grooved the way
it was the time of howling blood and baby bile without shame
a time before pipes
and indoor plumbing
when the loss of a golden ring was mourned and memory buried
not caught in the drain trap
wrenched open with sweat stained tool
and rescued to Behold…
those had not been invented yet
before high rises and forklifts
it was a time to praise the moon
to plant before sunrise
in the days when a stone hovel was enough
and the rain bled through
when rituals and ceremony were the staple
a circular life clean of edges
with eyes that could see into the third dimension
with hearts that beat with mother earth
and there was death and the unexplained
there was drought and suffering
laughter and feast, cold and cuddling
it was simple and fatal, this cycle of life
a circular accepting.
then the time of en, came the linear
the angular
the comfort of straight walls and roofs that didn’t leak
the striped sun divided the land called his
the we became wom of en: the wombs of him
the chattel who were owned
called wom-en
the sunset of the goddess, who sank into a spiral
for millennia
now weaves her way into many hearts
pregnant until the planting is ripe
when the meadow is soft and round
and we can welcome back the birth of the bud
the Divine Feminine
to soften the angles, breathe bucolic breath into the corners
release the linear and the left brain from their burrows
blossom the unseen sweetness
of the meadow
applaud pointless play and sing the exploring stream
to find ourselves back in the heart
of the we and the en
brought to Mother together the curve and the line
the rise
of Women.
I used this journey one night when I had trouble sleeping. Moving backwards in time and being held in the protective and loving embrace of every mother before gave me the gift of sweet sleep. Reflecting on the journey afterwards, a visual of the matryoshka doll emerged.
like butterfly wings that gently gather
then flutter to dust off the tenacious detail and pricks of the day
i fold into myself
then curl me inside the wings of the mother to release
to the dream of assurance, compassion, and peace
i am held in this refuge by mother
when next i see the arms of the one who birthed her
circle and embrace my holder, my mother
then the one who comes even before her swaddles us both
followed by cradler nested in the grand mother before
and she who is held
inside the arms of Mother Heartbeat holds her daughters against her great body
we are embraced, we all
seraph embraces angel tied to butterfly, wound to womb
then Grandmother Wisdom emerges to enclose we all
in protection, understanding and infinite love
mother womb inside mother womb
all down the lineage we are held, one another inside ourselves
and she, Great Grandmother Sky
is held in the heart of our Great Cosmic Mother
and within all these mothers’ arms i am attached
we are invisibly connected
in indivisible
sacred embrace
leaving me to float in Mother Moon’s halo
of grand sleeping dreams
Visualizing a journey back to the Great Mother Protector is a great stress reliever and soothes the inner child, even the adult! You can imagine it any want you want, here is just an idea.
my scared and tired
of jaws so tight
melt me into your waterbed bosom
hold me in your pulse
wrap me away from the outside
protect me, pull me from all of “that” out there
flood me away so i see from afar
my connection, my belonging
in the safety of your embrace,
curled like a child in your palm, detach from the false
allow myself so small and you so big
with you, i can look back and see
the illusion of it all, release what i thought was real
loose jaw, suckle within your aura
and in the den of your womb
i can take a breath
plug into the very Source, the truth of what we all are
and find refuge from the world
Divine Mother
on these covered streets
may i hear your footsteps leading me
despite the electric voices
may i listen for your soft tone
with my heart and not my head
i pray i will heed your advice
and when i don’t
i pray i will still receive it.
Divine Mother
Sister
Goddess
i am more than your daughter
in a busy world
in spirit, i am Mother too
in heart, your Sister Kin
at my deepest self, I am Goddess to you
may i remember this and quell the frenetic
by being open to you like never before
in spite of this howling world
may my quickening enliven your spirit
make material your existence, to bring peace
to the heart of all things
Oh Mother
in this busy world
your Sacred touch on my forehead
is my fervent prayer