Mothering
The unborn within
Mother me, oh great Mother
I sing to you, in whispers of fridged wombs
Curses have been sent back, to their black holes
Mother, oh mother, heal the hurt,
Nested in distress
Stings of collective wounds
Swirling in city’s whirlpools.
The celestial bodies push us into our basic forms
Mother, oh mother, heal the wounds.
We are here
Welcome us back into your pink womb
It has been long since love was pored
All over the body
Into the holes.
Where do we go, when the darkness is yours?
You have born the night,
They say.
You have born the original one,
that, from which came the All.
I’m patient
Counting fractals of the whole
Imagining starts
And here you are,
Swallowing us all.
I want to remember, that you
not only dismember
Me
But you also give birth.
Mother, oh mother,
Spill me again with your pink womb.
And spoil me.
Spoil us with your great love.
Pore by pore
I suck in
That what is not yet born.
I still believe in your Warmth.
We remember your many forms.