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Friday, February 2, 2024

Earth Mother

 


I feel quiet settling into my bones
in the midst of this churning, agitated world.
Is this inner peace or exhaustion?

I can control nothing but my breath,
my preference to stay peaceful,
while riding my waves of grief 
for a world spinning off its axis
with suffering and injustice.

I retreat.
I turn inwards.
I mourn. I breathe:
breathe in all the turmoil,
breathe out such peacefulness
and good will as I can muster,

a prayer for an earth mother, ill
because we are so many
and our enlightened ones so few,

yet

a mother who still wakes radiantly
each new morning, showering
her gifts on those who are attuned to magic
and those who cannot see, alike,

a mother who knows she can give the gifts,
but not control how or if we receive them,
or whether we use them for good or ill,
a mother whose children have
taught her surrender well,
but still a mother who wants herself
and all of her
wide and wondering world
of beings
to live.


2 comments:

  1. I do think we need to find a way to. be quiet and and peaceful within us, accepting what we cannot change and hoping that those who DO have influence will make the right decisions.

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  2. Accepting what we CAN change, and beginning with that.

    Nobody has a right to tell anyone else to stop driving, or drive only for certain purposes, or only a certain kind of car.

    Everybody has the right to start the fashion for walking everywhere, *unless we are too weak and sick and pitiful to walk*.

    Priscilla King

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