Mother’s Day Poem

Mother’s Day Poem

A jungle beat filled my soul last night
It was strong and fast
It penetrated me to my very core
I thought it wouldn’t last

My arms covered in velvet sleeves
On a Persian floor piece, flowing design
Beautiful, intricate, colorful
Nag champa and lit wax combine

My eyes look into a dark gazing glass
From my mouth, hungry incantations fall
Wanting healing and relief
My ritual inside, a red temple wall

Quieting myself to balance
I began to hear the sound
Like an ancient Tribal trance
Only it was coming from the ground

I lent my ear down, to hear
And heard my own heart pumping
Moving towards me it seemed
The base beat was jumping

Beating a rhythm in my body
It was strong and fast
Penetrating me to my very core
I thought it wouldn’t last

As in utero, my heart beat
I continued to listen intent
Her name became clearer and clearer
And deeper and deeper I went

Genealogy of some past
A map, this rug became
Tapestry of a journey through time
Never would I be the same

By and by as it didn’t stop
I continued to listen intent
And as I did, my flesh changed sight
And deeper and deeper I went

Eyes led and body followed
This tribal sounding pattern
There she was in all her glory
This night of strongest Saturn

I reached out to touch her
Through my fingertips she came
My hands my arms and then my whole
She and I shared one frame

First the sight of our fleshly shell
Was of a weathered and withered crone
I watched with terrified belief
As younger and younger skin shown

Time moved backwards
As in recalling a lucid dream
The old and then the NEW
IAM quantum became my theme

I felt her voluptuousness as my own
She wore every inch with pride
I could hear her romantic accent
All time began to coincide

I became this woman I didn’t know
But her pain I knew all too well
I remembered her passions and pain
Her visions of heaven and hell

Like water wets the skin
There were waves memory
This moment was known
Another life in time, an epiphany

And in that moment a comfort complete
Satisfied my hearts greatest hold
Inconsolable pain and black hole fear
The truth I was born very old

And now every wrong that has wronged me
Every pain I endured
I know turmoil’s purpose
My heart has propelled me
Beauty in ashes, my cure

This woman, my soul, cried out for life
And only that, only life
No revenge, for balance will silence
Every wayward strife

Such a strange peace has found me
I searched myself out with a vengeance
And now rewarded with knowledge
I am the hero of legends

I am a mother, the giver of life
With my blood, sometimes death, I create
I have no bounds for I have found
The Lady who can liberate

She fills my soul with that drum beat
I heard and then…I knew
Her spirit compels me
Moves me, woos me
I command in Her Honor
In Her name I do

Poem by: Ana Mony 2014


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