My Mother

Is the birthplace of ancient peoples

The Great Womb of all Creation

Dark, hidden and eternally nurturing.


My Mother

Gave birth to all that is.

The ten thousand things

As Lao Tzu would say.


My Mother

The black soft empty velvet blanket of infinity

Or the rich blood nest women weave each month to receive their unborn

To nestle in and be nourished by.


My Mother

Gave birth to Jesus

Gave birth to the Light, to Buddha, Krishna, Rama, Sita and every avatar ever known,

Gave birth to the pure Christ Consciousness in us all.


My Mother

Comforts me

Is always there for and with me

Is me.


My Mother

Has been ignored for ages

Because She, like women, have been disrespected for way too long

But She is always there, She is your Mother too.


Nevada City, Ca

4am, a thundery Monday



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