god as a wild woman with stars in her hair
they told me god
was a wild woman
with stars in her hair
i have seen such women
sun glowing in their eyes
wind pouring
from calloused finger tips still soft as the love
burning in their oversized hearts
big breasted yemojas feeding a world
sometimes
starving themselves in the process
yet they are round full
curved life overflowing abundant
hands open always
enough for one more & another still
all welcome at the table
prayer on their lips
upturned eyes in conversation with the unseen
flowing
even when the river is dry
if you see one of these women
be careful
not to be burned
by the stars falling from her hair
she is not aware
that love sometimes bruises as much as it heals
or perhaps she does know
& gives the burden of loving her freely
to focus distracted travelers on their true worth
she has seen it
smelt their potential for human beingness
she waters their dreams
praying they grow tall enough to carry the thorns in the bag
with the blessing that is life
she dances late night
under the moons faint light
grinding the blue in raindrops & old thoughts
to grow new medicine for the sick at heart
she lives in tomorrow where she is waiting for the lame to walk
to their races & win
she knows what is possible
most things are so
she continues baring her breast for the world to suckle
stars
falling from her hair
crying out todays
pulled out of endings
weaving new beginnings for those
who have forgotten the
taste of hope which can be bittersweet
she has heard
the earth sigh
she knows pain is endless but there
is joy in walking even when the path is rocky
she believes in transformations
she has seen the wind
blow everything away
realized
how much nothing weighed
stood on the path
waiting
drowning in her patience
to be reborn as fire
returned to the path
her hand outstretched
she is bounty
she is abundance
she is grace
that does not retire in the funk of it all
she is taller than she should be
they say she should bar her breast
keep them for herself
she can not
that’s not her story
her story is
giving to receive
passing what is received
to those who need
so that she
may be filled again
she is endless
she is a wild woman
with stars in her hair
crying out todays
so there will be tomorrows
bittersweet hope on her tongue
sun shining from her eyes
they told me
god
was a wild woman
with stars in her hair
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This is the most beautiful work I have ever read. Thank you for sharing. I will make sure the author is credited when I pass it on…….you have blessed many!!!!
Awesome. Blessings on your work. I also loved the Meditations for Grounding Oneself… Superb.