Matrix Me
I am
the mother
planet's
life process. As I plant my feet
anywhere upon her surface, my belly center resonates
with my earth mother's middle. She rises up through
me,
our geologies join. This earth world's center,
be it her belly,
then my belly is her heart,
my heart,
her knowing
eye. She is alive to the heat of my feeling.
She is alive to the light of my seeing. I am alive
to the words of this mother world.
I am alive to the worlds of this mother's
word. I rest in her.
The ground comes up to matrix
me
And I am resting in her. | | |
Terra's Magnetism
You draw me to you, dreaming,
beckon me tenderly. Tending toward home I go,
to the mother lode,
magneto spinning at center,
attending to breath,
intending to unite,
guided by whispers and tendrils of grace. The
blood in my veins and my
rich-blooded womb,
as red as the iron, the ocher
in yours,
sings your songs to me,
makes me crave your company. I
prepare to meet you, greet you,
coloring my hair, hands, feet with henna,
core seeking molten core:
stoking the fire,
heating the ore,
compressing
the passion. Open to the intercoursing of breath,
caress,
animated by instinctive elegance,
by consolidated essence,
the resonance of bellies,
your magnetic tenderness, I
settle into your embrace. |
