And as the story goes…
Before there was man
There was goddess
And it was Earth that birthed
the being that carried the stars
And life in their bodies
Ready to create
And they lived on their mother
made her gifts of gratitude
held close to her
And sang out their love
in a hug of harmonies
And as the story goes…
The world birthed a man
He traveled through her petaled lips
Out of her dark hollows
And emerged from the soil
Wet with the dew from
the holy body of his mother
As a communion
As an offering
At first man was amazed at its mother
And bowed down in grace and reverence
But that didn’t last long
Maybe having nature and beast gift him bounties spoiled him
Maybe there was something defective in his make up
Maybe his appetite was too full of greed, lust, and power
and he couldn’t get enough
But he was a disease—taking everything
And destroying mother and the goddesses in his path
The goddesses were forced to carry his spawn
As an imprisonment
Instead of a collaboration
Never even acknowledged
for their creative force of power
Just expected to produce more
For the disease of want
The mother was trampled down
By the son
And ripped apart to find her treasures
Devoured for her bounty
And left shaking from the violence enacted on her body
The mother reacted, first as a stern parent
Waiting for redemption
For change.
When it didn’t come
And after enough abuse
She was revenge and rage
Blowing their phallic shaped houses down
Burning up their lives
Of want and greed
And she’s just getting started…
Nestled into the belly of our mother
We are the goddesses
We’re waiting for our cue
Our mother has been giving us hints
And her whispered guidance is getting louder
But we can’t wait till she’s screaming to act—
then it’s too late
We can be both—the creator and the destroyer
We can make peace or turn them to pieces
We can precisely craft with care
or we can cut crudely with vengeance
We can fight as we create
But they must know our resistance
They must fear us as weapons
Instead of objects in their game
We need to turn our tools of creation outward as weapons
to fight for our bodies full of stars
our right to create
When and if we feel it in us
And for our mother
who birthed us with stars
in our souls.