A mother
prepared for motherhood
is a rarity
waiting for the
right time
right man
to be what
she was born to be
reproductivity organs
rest within the mothers
womb.

A mother prepared
to continue the race
aware of her permanent
embrace
of her children…
to know a mother
look within
the human desire for
love.
her love is infinite
gut wrenching
consciousness capturing
species supporting
emotions of pure
reward.

A mother prepared for
the time
any time
of her child's life.
out of her mind
shifted to their perspective,
temporarily.
personally stagnated
and yet
developing among the heights of
the Mountain Men.
where is this
civilized woman's women?
men request gurus
mothers are the re-quest
of women.
and men too…
but the commitment is meant
to be shorter.

A mother prepared for motherhood
is a rarity.
her tribe has been
robbed
from around her.
her grandmothers wisdom
is buried
in layers she's not
hip to yet…
then her hips stretch
motherhood calls,
and she reclaims them anyways.
because its her intention.
she's a woman.
in some cultures you're not a mother
until you're a grandmother!
I better understand
old wives tales now…

the massive movement
away from matriarchy sees to be a major
point.
are we prepared to rise up?
rise up our sons
mirror for our daughters
submit to our birthright?

…hey I couldn't live with me mom either.

justice eludes reality
for in its elusiveness,
it cowers in the darkness of its origin.
the ego is its master.
a voice that chants I matter...
I mean something, not necessarily
more or less
just something.
justice uses the voice of the many
speaks in the tongue of the people
bred to seek justice. so that justice
has a voice.
because
concepts cannot actually speak.

ripple effects of
conversations of justice
and of death seek
all who seek their frequency.
ripple effects shock
me at night,
vibrate my senses.
I seek ripple effects.
I am charged in the current
of inspiration
and creation,
cooperating with the flow
of things.
all things have a flow.

all things have a flow.

conversations of justice
and peace
(anywhere outside oneself)
create a charge of energy
and we feel it
as it passes through
our senses.
since the conversations of
peace and justice began
people have been
confused.
we no longer understand
the language of
the senses.
we get hung up on words...

my heartbreaks for his mother regardless

first fall
partially, fully aware.
fresh perspective
of ancient rituals,
climactic displays
of change. over time
evolution always take place.

creation is our language, we speak
the perfect union
with paint and song and ***
and it all.
it has TO BE
if it is more than an imaginary predicament.

creation until there is
no space left.

create, create, create

it is our DNA.

the only real constant is change.
even change is changing - creating.

until space is filled up.

then changing again
never to be outdone by itself, excuse me,
ourselves.
I feel it vibrating
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I burn to know for sure.
faith is all I have.
I wish proof of self was something
rational
to explain away.
I maintain my faith my experiences
created.
I stay away from
(mostly, though some things are so entertaining!)

make believe.

I am a truth seeker!
partially, fully aware
that I'll never quite make it there
yet…there are more
times to come,
vast creation awaiting
its, excuse me,
our
time to play again.

You cannot define silence as something that lacks sound.....
Let the lack of my own voice be heard.....