the mother

I wrote this poem in 2018 as a response to what I felt/feel emerging during this (deep)time point in humanity, and made several updates to it within the past couple weeks. It feels important to share it at this time, as a blessing.

“Hush…shush…hush…
I’m here.
I’m here.

Hush…shush…hush…

I know it hurts.
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.

I Love You.
I’m Here.

I’m Here.”

How long ago did we forget the mother?
Our Mother
of EveryThing.
The soul within the seeds of nature,
and all of our natures.

We’ve forgotten that we ALL,
every person,
are FROM The Mother.
Individually and Collectively.
Body and Land.
Africa, Pangea, Earth.
As the Stars were birthed.

So now,
we are aching for the Mother.
Sometimes as an UNbearable pain.
That crumbles one’s entire world

That has been crumbling this world.
In so many, MANY endless ways
the mother has been TAKEN AWAY.
In different forms and points in life.
Through violation, injustice,
brutality, prematurity, defense,
shame, ignorance, neglect,
persecution, fear, time,
Inexplicable instances.

From women and from men
Generation over generation
Cycle repeating cycle
Spanning our evolution.
Leaving us feeling hopeless to overcome this loss.

So, how can we ever bring a Mother’s nurturing, gentle, love — to this suffering?

They are there.
They are in the collective, in each other, in the self, in the self within the self.
In the imprint of the centuries of Mothering that survived fiercely through SO MUCH PAIN,
To bring us into this time of a shifting.

In straddling the wounds of past suffering, that need healing,
Along with the yearning for safety that MUST be found
— I find every part of me breaking open, breaking down.
The raw, powerful, and sacred. All at once. 

The mother gazing down at the softness of her belly
Who cradles her hands around the tender,
developing baby, nuzzling in her womb
the mother who croons and sings gently,
balancing the preciousness of the hope that is here
and hopes that have not yet come.

What is needed more than anything else right now,
is to remember the Body.
And so, the WOMB space.

The Womb that grace-fully wove Every strand of our DNA.
That nestled every person walking on this planet.
The powerful space of darkness, warmth, and the miracle of creation.
That fiercely protected and nourished us,
EVEN when under-resourced and under threat.
The Body who pushed and contracted and cried
and screamed and wailed and LABORED
until we had the wholeness we needed
for Our body to take its first breath.

And I know that we are learning.
To be the Mother,
To listen for, cultivate, and honor the mother.

“Are you sure?”. Repeated in the depths of myself,
in the people I love,
peeking out timidly from behind Everything that has amassed to Bury the mother.
“Yes, I Feel it.”

We’re learning the lullaby of letting our Selves
past
present
future
know what it is to Feel
“I Love You”.

We are learning how to hold our
raw, scarred, bruised, tender wounds that hurt
And speaking LOVE to them.

In the depths of our suffering, when our body is racked with tears
where we have no energy for anything but holding our pain
The embrace of the Lullaby
this Breath,
this Heartbeat,
is sometimes the only possible reassurance.

We continue to come from so much fighting
and violence
and PAIN.
The surroundings may change,
But the wounds are still removed from the gentleness of nurture.
In our physical and energetic tissues,
And our brainstem.
We’re still learning what it means to get to safety,
in nervous systems that came from
thousands of generations of bodies who could not find it.

Womxn, generally (the womb) Half of our entire Human Species,
are still beginning to be able to claim their Space.
To start defining what could be Created from this place.
In exploring the expression of their womb —
Cycles.
Attunement.
Wisdom.
Protection.
Regeneration.
Transformation.
Creation.
HEALING.

Now we (re)discover where we came from.
And realize that THIS —
Our consciousness —
IS A WOMB.

And we remember that so much of the human journey
is teaching our Bodies, and minds, and cells of infinite frequencies
to connect with the wisdom gestating within these codes.

In my deepest listening, I feel the lulling rhythm of the Earth breathing me —
in this place I hear her.
And she reminds me,
I am her.

“I know it Hurts.
I See your Pain.
I Love You.

YOU
ARE
SO
VERY
LOVED.

Shh….shh…shh…
Hush…hush..hush….
I’m here. I’m here.”