Fuego de Amor de las Madres
(All life, the blooming world IS
Passionate bonds of inter-dimensional love.)
Mothers, their minions, the collective Noospheric wisdom,
(though we march in place chanting dark mantras).
Thaws our frozen confusion
Warns to not squander one day, Brothers and Sisters,
On harvests of daylight lies
Shallow sidewalk jealous staggering
Unconscious head-banging of self and others
They warn we-divided are helpless to stop
The least ill wind.
Their bedtime song -
Turn and walk away from moonlit boozed battles
Find one another at waters’ edge
Join washed hands and sing the Mothers’ peace
Wafting from heavenly aprons and meals,
Their hopes rise with the sun.
They worship our every breath
Hold our pain with exquisite tenderness
Mourn our imagined loneliness with crystal assurances:
Emptiness a temporary blindness
They too have navigated.
The Mothers choose life, their essence,
Existence, propagating itself
Caring for itself
Burning brighter each millennium
Their exponential blaze of love
A heartbeat away.
Mach 2018
