Vastness.
Unending vastness she is
expanding to all corners
unrestricted in her reaching
the stars, the land.
The everything that is.
In her opening she swells herself.
Gives birth.
Makes mountains, earth.
All embracing
All giving nurturer.
Listener to the silences.
The unsaid word.
Holder giver sustainer of all that is,
and might be.
And god, the force, the great beloved,
The That that is, she knows in her knowingness.
She knows that devotion is a way that lives
in the days songs, creation, myth, reality.
Bowing down she knows is
in every movement of living here.
In the great vastness that surrounds earth, our mother.
She, glorious creator maker holder giver prostrator.
She, in her living bows down rises up.
Holds, opens to the winds, and all that is.
Devotion is her song her way of being.
In that there is no compromise.
No other way of seeing.
And the wound she carries,
of the moment when the knife cut.
When the rope tied her hands.
When the children were taken away,
away from nurturing.
O, O, and O again.
This heart that feels.
These eyes that see.
This knowing that knows.
Dear hearts.
Sorrow of a thousand years or more saw grief.
Withdrew her into the night of being small,
smaller than herself.
She cried in that great experience.
Thrived un-knowingly to know
today the light has come again.
Is shining.
Is singing.
Vastness
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