Long Mothertime Poems
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I made you cookies...and braided your hair
I walked you through Mother Goose and skinned knees
Once when you were nine, and wanted to run away from home
I helped you pack your bag...you cried...
Of course, you only got as far as the end of the driveway, that first time
When you were eleven, and wanted to run away from home,
I stuffed two dollars in your pocket,...you cried....
And I told you to look both ways before crossing the street...
You got as far as the corner,... before turning back.
Then came the day, you really left home....
You were heading to college
That time I watched....and I cried....
But you found your way back....
I cried again..when you were married...good tears...
but this time I knew ...God willing, ....you wouldn't need to come back...
You became a mother....and on that day....for the very first time did we...
truly know....
understand....
and appreciate each other
My Daughter... I love you very very much...Happy Mother's Day
Is it more insane
to long to grow away from prisons
than to feel we still belong imprisoned?
Are we already prisoners,
lacking images for liberties
and co-arising responsibilities,
of a re-embodied god?
Are we divine authorities
to remake humanity
in our own god and goddess incarnations
free of body limiting imaginations?
Could we imagine
a YHWH who embodies Earth,
cosmologically evolving through spacetime,
revolving
spiraling dense and complex octaves
of color as resonant scales of sound,
fragrance within redundant seasons
of FatherSpace suns and black star-caves
passing through MotherTime valleys and waves?
Imagine we are stardust
coming to see ourselves
as we might bust
hard thrust
know lust
grow trust
blow truth
speak sooth,
unfortunately rust,
imaging ourselves
through redefining us
across healthing regenerations.
Are we less insane
longing our way from prison
belonging free
without cancerously capital-investing cells?
Punishment spells?
BigDaddy will swell
if we tell
I am
where we are;
We are
where we belong.
I can't cower
if you think that's wrong
I can only sing
how god wrote my song.
And I can only dance
where Allah could best prance strong.
And we can only breathe
what TaoTime finds notnot
too double-binding long.
I think I would be wrong
to imprison what longs
to virally throng.
Aren't we more insane
stuck in retribution's prison
when god cries out for peace
restoring Earth's freedom
from FalsePatriotic lies,
paternalism fried,
too many species
and future generations
of sacred Time's regeneration
already died.
If only we had tried
a little less LeftBrain secular crazy
and a lot less RightBrain sacred lazy
Is it less insane
to long to stay in prison
than to know we don't belong
imprisoned
or enslaved
to insanity ourselves?