A Mother


"A Mother" 

An angel planted itself
in the womb of the world
for a short while 
a mother carries humanity
trying to heal her wounds
the chalice of her ocean earthed 
bleeds life for all it is worth
Gaia cries but she is so much stronger
vibrating dimensions higher 
uncut in the heart
solid and so much stronger 
than any god

a mother
ascending 
dimensions higher

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
gvlm




"Viðrar vel til loftárása" / Sigur  Ros
https://youtu.be/gwkcdRE6JEY





“I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black.”

“The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end? They are, after all, empty. When they are old they turn themselves inside out, explode slowly, the petals thrown like shards.”

“Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.”

“Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.

“I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may not be on the surface, but inside."

“I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.”

“We have learned to see the world in gasps.”

“...like a pathway through a forest, like a carpet for royalty, it shows me the way”.

“And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.”

(The Handmaid's Tale/Margaret Atwood)






Viðrar vel til loftárása (Alternative Ending)/ Sigur Ros 
https://youtu.be/re999Tgj3ns
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Messina Avatar
October 5, 2022 at 7:34 PM
Anyone who knows you as well as I do, knows that you are a 'made' thing... mother, one who is a caring mother "indeed" who truly loves her daughter. Hope you both are doing well, Sweet Lady, Lab! Sending love...Charlie
Labyrinth Avatar
October 5, 2022 at 8:02 PM
Everyone's on their own journey "home" now. Thanks for the kind thoughts Messina. Yes, one can only continue to send Love now, to vibrate higher together. Xx
Labyrinth Avatar
October 5, 2022 at 7:19 PM
“My self is a thing that I must now compose...as one composes a speech. What I must present is a 'made' thing. Not something born.” Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
Labyrinth Avatar
October 5, 2022 at 7:19 PM
“No mother is ever, completely, a child's idea of what a mother should be, and I suppose it works the other way around as well.” Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
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