Echoes of my Lineage

I see my Mother dancing through skies of ebony

Above me, Her body becomes enshrined by an alter of naked light

thrown forth from a reflection of the moon.

The stars become her sacred adornment

draped from galaxy to galaxy

a testament to Love's fullness in space.

I watch my Mother as She joyfully tumbles through the ocean waves before me

crowned high priestess by the Sun

who casts down warm glistening halos to the water below.

Bursts of bubbling white froth spill forth across the sand

cascading across Her feet like the delicate ruffles of a dress.

They follow Her as She steps back and forth from the shore

disappearing and re-appearing in rhythm with the ocean's breath.

I feel my Mother held in the vibrations of the mountains

wise women, of all ages

who once sang out to me

who once suffered unbearably for Love.

I touch my hand to the cold stone

and I feel my Mother's mantra reach past my skin

carving itself in untitled poems across my bone.

It is Her pain that reminds me why I pray

Her beauty that reminds me why I want to stay.

These are the echoes of my lineage.

Faint whispers

now melting into righteous roars

as my body begins to speak in tongues

and this speech becomes sacred text

written on the face of my palms and spoken in silent mudras.

Conveying back to the world

this one message from the Mother:

That we are only this Love

This Love that finds no beginning or ending in Her.

                                                                                                -November 26 2007