Trellises All the Way

A mallard and hen found their way to the man-made creek in the back yard this morning. The creek is east of the house, sitting with purpose under dawn's rising sun. As the ducks preened and swam, a rabbit joined; and a squirrel; and a Baltimore Oriole. Daffodils and tulips bloom on the periphery as hastas and ferns push their way skyward. For me, this picture of Earth Mother, this healing and being healed, is a more honest Mother's Day.

She
will not be suppressed
or made powerless.

She
will not forget to heal
or be healed.

She
will blaze the way
of peace.

Her grace and power, unopposed. Her depth and height, immeasurable. Her very heartbeat is found in every thing that lives or has lived.

Is this so difficult to see?

The dream does end.

Our limitations dissolve to give way to the ineffable gift awaiting our acceptance. We share the light Mother extends.

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Red-winged blackbirds and trellises all the way. Flowering trees in the distance. No idea of me is me, or you. And in this thought, it may be said, whoever you are to whoever I am, is just a sketch drawn by an aging hand in a world of dust.

Yet still I draw a heart around the sea and call you love.