return to essence

spider woman holds the moon / collage by shf

Her ways are older than the sun,

more varied than the moon,

sweeter than the seasons,

Love spun from the conception of darkness,

glitter of stars,

dew of first mosses,

advent of wings.

Come to Mama, dear one.

She waits at your belly with Her Hum

passing over the moat of Her Inexhaustible Waters,

desire the bridge to take you there.

Come to Mama, Creation’s Instrument,

serving the communion that You and She

are One Remarkable Song.

Bend toward Her now.

Kneel and bow

in that holy belonging place

where life stretches to the size of Great Cosmic Mother

and rattles you ready

to raise a new story

of Her Mercy and Grace.