Mother 


A pursuit worthy of untold
Riches
To understand
The language of nature

The beating
Rhythm of Her heart
The pulsing rush
Of Her water
Her Blood
Awash with life

Mother
Birthing
In continuum
Earth bursting with
Crawling creatures

Wind
Sending wings on high
Like spirits lifted
Mingling with clouds
Like lovers
Intertwined
separate
But ever alike

Her gift
Of fire
Warming
Feeding
Burning
Raging
Cinders of Her wrath

And deaf we are
To Her music
Blind to Her beauty
Starved for Her
Affections

When they are present
In every fiery sunset
In each moonlight glow
In each wave crashing
Love poems
On Her bare flesh shore
Sonatas
In bird call
Her breeze
a sweet caress

Oh, to learn Her language
Of Love
I lament
Years spent
Negligent
Sorrowful
Empty and
Alone

When every
Forrest
Calls out in Longing
Her Love
Present in
Every breath
In every pulse of nerve energy
And every atom and cell
In every amoeba dancing
In every liquid shell

I see Her
I hear Her
I understand Her language
With every motion
With every gesture
With every act
Is Love

-Angel Marie Russell

#istandwithstandingrock #keepitintheground #nodapl #nooil

Art by Freda Kahlo (1949)

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