Torn from my birth mother
Too young
Too young to know
a Heavenly Mother’s arms,
No container to hold my tears
To boundary my endless
grieving.
God came later, in the male energy form of the Divine:
Initiator, driver, knower, truth finder, truth creator
How many more years till I would know the Goddess?
Comforter, nurturer, intuiter, creator, lover.
Cry on the breast of Mother Earth she said.
The tears and sobs coming freely.
As I realize the healing of not just me, the individual
orphan,
But of a paradigm – that sees us as separate from, above,
master of
And then no longer separated from Her Love
Comes the Ocean of Love,
Touching into the endless memories of people loving me
Of the love connection between us all
The irrelevance of so many imperfect love vessels –
Yes it is incomplete love, but love none the less poured
through these imperfect vessels.
And love not just present, not just immediately past, but I
feel the love of my grandmother
And I feel the love of those who loved her who I knew only
in pictures and
The people who loved them, unknown, faceless, stretching back in an unbroken line
of love,
Holding fevered babies, toiling in the fields to feed them,
binding up wounds of loved ones –
Worrying, guiding, cherishing, celebrating the ones we love.
All this love has taken me in, no longer the match girl
looking into the mansion from the cold,
For I now know that I belong to the Manson filled with this
ocean of Love.
This timeless march of love.
That when those moments of feeling rejected, left out or
without come
That I have simply to connect with that Ocean of Love to be
again in that Mansion.
But what of fear, the insidious companion of 3 years of her
dying?
The fear also needed the Goddess: the comforter, the
nurturer,
The breast or the earth to lay upon.
There is a pause – a pause when we are not running , or
Fighting, or freezing,
- a pause before the breath in
A pause before the breath out
And in that Pause Goddess lives!
And in that pause is Eternity!
And in that pause is no fear.
Just as the Ocean of Love contains all Love from all time
So the pause contains whatever love needs
Comfort, connection, kindness,joy, excitement, love,
These are the Easter Eggs lay waiting to be found in each
day
And I the seeker!
