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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

MoonPath by Diane Lee Moomey. See more of her incredible art at http://dianeleemoomeyart.com/

MoonPath by Diane Lee Moomey. See more of her incredible art at http://dianeleemoomeyart.com/

 

 

 

 

 

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hard boiled points
roil in my bed of restless turns

scrape off bits of shell stuck to the
membrane of a sleepless night

my soft boiled brain comes to a head
of hard conclusions
cracked, like a concussion

fried-egg eyes greet my morning
ringed with the iron blue like muted embryos

tired eggs
over-scrambled
left cold in the pan
of my departed bed

Memory Recall by Ginger Slonaker See more of her work at http://www.gingerslonaker.com/

Draft of Memory by Ginger Slonaker
See more of her work at http://www.gingerslonaker.com/

thread a needle through my head
pull it taught
flatline the electric thoughts

murder of crows
flock of night birds
form the shape of an arrow pointing
at nothing
they disburse and reform into a new book
a revised chapter to re-read
re-finish the novella with a variation on the ending

stop it
before frankenstein finds me and sews a different head on my neck
starts a whole new story to edit
with a deadline like a broken thread
lost in my brain, open ended

bats flee the bat cave
scatter like centrifugal drops
before i can finally flutter into sleep
just before sunrise

Disjointed Mona Lisa by Ginger Slonaker see more of her amazing art at: http://www.gingerslonaker.com/

Disjointed Mona Lisa by Ginger Slonaker
see more of her amazing art at: http://www.gingerslonaker.com/

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