I Am Mother

Am I the scream? 

… Of the earth within, cracking open the core. 

 

Am I the cry?

… Of the womb that created and carried time in every cell.

 

Am I the rumble of rage?

… Of the bloody warrior who is standing her ground and saying: No More!

 

Am I the deep echoing laughter of crazy? 

… Of the witch, the wise, the elder.

 

Am I the whirling dance and never-ending play? 

… Of the innocent, untamed and wild child.

 

Am I the orgasm of giving birth?

… Of the one who knows death and birth are one.

 

Am I the carrier through the dark? 

… In the underworld, the naked, the healer.

 

Am I feared?

… Only by the ones who thought clever.

 

Am I patient? 

… Eternity is now.

 

Am I kind and gentle too? 

… From love and back to love.

 

Behold,

 

I Am Mother