Sunday, February 14, 2016

Once a mother, a grandmother becomes fearless

Once upon a rhyme in a kingdom
of old, a mother birthed her young,
cruel cave of inconvenience, she
labored to bring forth a new life.

Amnesia and anesthesia cannot
make her forget the pain
and the joy. She guards the laws
and loves of the future, as only
a mom can do. She does her best
in a pity of failure to remember
her task... love them unconditionally.

It was whispered, and the newborn
only remembered, "you are loved."

Now, many failures and lifetimes later,
a grandmother sits by the web, dressed
in black and white lace collar, smiling
and spinning the silk of timeless stories.

These are yours and these are mine,
a spinning wheel in front of a mime-
do my bidding for the children if you are
so inclined. I've sewed many a thread of time.

She laughs as she spins knowing the maker
of grace, she's a Loki and knows her place.

Fear is a joke, life is a jest.
the future is mocking
from the little one's face.

A grandmother's wisdom
knows her place.

Monday, February 8, 2016

The cheerleaders... from the past.

Can you imagine, I think that you can
all the ancestors in a DNA can
that could, if they would...
leaving behind the world of should.

Here you are, a thought and a being
living a life and striving to be seeing
that you have arrived... a secret, shhh
to the ones that are seeking. A tattle-tale being.

They say you are depressed if you live in the past,
the present is the gift and the one that will last
to the future. Don't be anxious or you won't get there.

Think of the history that you were taught, dismal,
abysmal, in the wrongs that were wrought...
makes you crazy... if your brain is not lazy.

Those ancestors that came before, are hiding in rafters
upon a shore of lives lived in bondage and in death
become free... are the cheerleaders now, rooting and singing
in the lives of the you and the me. DNA is a god from the past
that can see. You  live for yourself, but your victory is for
your ancestors unlived dreams...on the sidelines they clap
for their own small schemes. A past that lies hidden in dreams.

Whatever you do, whatever you live... their connection to you is
the life that they give. Matter or energy cannot be destroyed,
but manipulated, and grieved to the gods they've employed.

There is one belief that I hold dear, it is Love in the Now where there
is nothing to fear. The cheerleaders of the past are counting on
this... let go, if you dare and find your free bliss. I came and I heard
them and they won't be dismissed.

The cheerleaders, as ancestors, just wanted to let you know this.

Friday, February 5, 2016

The Lotus.. beauty from the mud

Oh no... Venus was not from the ocean,
she has her roots in the murky mud.
The myths were made from a mad man's mind...
tales from scales and crud... quagmire to be precise.

Edit this my evil friend, edit to your heart's content,
we are all in this together again, and again,....
if that is in your will, do with me what you will.
(there are no more "so
sorrys," or tears to spill).

You see, I thought it out, my heart can't stand the thoughtless
draught, or doubt, or wanton ways, you live your life
in a heartless daze. But in the morning murmur drool,
you live your days as thread to spool. Slaving for toil in countless
ways, to what fallen god do you give praise?

When here I am in shame and doubt, a knob in a pool
of murky past. I look from that pool where my roots are
laid, and I bless them for the dreams they once made.

I know my place in that pond of dark,
seen my roots underneath me, scary as a shark.
Oh bite me already if you must, my daze come from a mirrored place.
A living testament to your disgrace... I feel you face to face.

I will grow and flower from that damp, dark space, for
I know their plans, yet I know my place. I am a flower
in a pool of mud, kindred to a school of blood, but when roots
beneath the surface lie, what gives boost to shoots in the sky?

A lotus is pointed, a kind and gentle flower whose roots lie
buried in a murky pool... she is an arrow to what will be,

the lotus is a beauty rising, and found in the you and the me.

A lotus is sacred, the Lotus is free.