Green, red, sky clouds of swimming blue
Lavender, squirrels, shapes of bushes wave
Huge oaks, roots groping into the earth
Majestic house of soul, large windows, waving blossoms of light
Coolness in the air with warmth that flutters through the breeze
This is life mama, this is life mama.
Mama. You taught me to say, Fuck, cunt, bite, pull, eat shit, vomit, dump explode. Mama this life, all of this
Warm, exited touches of heat, voices calling whispers
Deep longing
Comfort, nourishment, stomach filled with medicine of community
Wild Gods and Goddesses
Gift of unbridled passion
Do you hear me mama?
Touch and ignite the cosmic orgasm
Releasing all hurt, pain, holes of despair, pockets of longing
The love that never ends.
Mama, my body is my teacher. The body you said stunk when I played outside. My body that you reached to when you were in pain. Ran your black rain into my skin and cells. It felt like love to me.
My body awakens me in my sleep.
It needs food, soul food, earth food, stomach food
She whispers go here, go there, go everywhere inside of me
Tiny fingers and angel wings flap and massage me
Say, listen, listen, listen
Healing chants and visions, herbs, nature’s harmony.
My body is my legacy Mama.
Every woman, grandma, daughter and child who has walked the earth
She is the diva woman, dancing, swirling to the orgasmic plunge of the universe
She seeps into every pore, cell, vein of blood
Circular in the moment explodes into the womb, down the uterus, out the vagina
To find my voice…scream out…MAMA!
The moment, the seconds, the generations, the eons of life
Awakened in the Garden, the Tree of Life, Eve bit and it all began
You thought you were sin, wrong, unworthy.
But no more. My body is my teacher. She digs to live in my soul
Belonging to the body is the legacy; the women
Wild and dangerous, soft and compassionate, full of life,
Deeply surrender to the raging energy of love.
Not of violence, Mama
The eyes of the Shekinah: Astarte, Isis, Esther, Sarah, Leah, Rebecca, Mary
Creating the universe where fear and separation is at rest
I see you mama
Arms silent on your heart.
Breath no more
Soul floats away.
Can you hear me mama?
I am left here to continue on…
The past is the past and it still echoes in my present, dances in my dreams
And holds a candle to my present where I see a light in the distance to an
Unknown future.
But your face, mama, is there. Through the veils of time.
And a longing that remains…always.
