Her fury is a ripple
in the ocean of peace.
in the ocean of peace.
Her anger is joy.
Whether you are man or woman,
whether you are both man and woman,
at the center of the rose
where Adam and Lilith swim
in a bright black seed,
honor the Motherhood within you.
She has become your breath
so that you may offer healing songs.
She is the hollow thread of night
that runs through your spine,
a serpent of lightning.
Ravenous for your ashes and bones,
Ravenous for your ashes and bones,
she demands sudden awakening
so that you may whirl with her.
so that you may whirl with her.
Now give birth to your own flesh
the way a flame engenders a candle.
Let the golden sun of her silence
rise in your belly
and the full moon of her wisdom
gaze from your brow
even while you sleep.
A tear of ecstasy in one eye,
a tear of sorrow in the other,
see through the veil of this world
into her terrible sweet face.
Every moment on earth is a mirror
made for this seeing.
Every moment on earth is a mirror
made for this seeing.
Use that vision to heal
the rich as well as the poor,
the rich as well as the poor,
the violent as well as the voiceless.
Use your inhalation to name the nameless.
On the hinges of your heartbeat
the gate to her garden swings.
the gate to her garden swings.
The ineffable lucidity of presence
dissolves every dream
of the past and the future.
dissolves every dream
of the past and the future.
Billions of worlds
sparkle out of emptiness
for no reason at all.
For her, this is play.
sparkle out of emptiness
for no reason at all.
For her, this is play.
There is no work.
Between your breathing out and in
the sky is cloudless and self-radiant.
Painting by Frida Kahlo
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