In my dreams, the women are drumming,
their waters are rising, silver and wild.
Making prayers of their bodies,
they dance as if swimming
under the Moon Mother spell.
© Angela Bigler 2016
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Great Mother Love
Her songs are earth deep mantras calling names of constellations into being.
Her light soaked in, released the magic pine and herbs.
All those folded flowers lifted up their sacred prayers – water, light, dirt, love.
Her gifts – who could forget them?
Did you see her gentle curves?
The way her spine supports her children?
It’s impossible to live without her heaven/earth transcendence.
Aren’t we all turning, turning with the planet that she raised?
©Abigler 2015
photo credit: 172/365 I Want to See the World via photopin (license)
Woman
To be woman
Is the flowing strength
Surrender
This caring for others
Breaks my heart
But lifts me
And my curves
And bone
Smooth pelvis
What is different
Is my voice
More like a song
Or spirit
Than a masculine gruff
Not that I can’t growl
And bare my teeth
And burn
But my soft folds
Add dimension
And my million thoughts
Create
A certain way that contrasts
Yin from yang
To be woman
Is the pulse
And wind
Melodic mounds
Of birth
No matter if her
Children are
Her words,
Her songs,
Or beings
That she tends
© Angela Bigler 2013
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