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6: 2: The Great Mother
Excerpt 2 from Journal 6, 'Becoming My True Love'
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
The Great Mother calls, yet the man does not hear her,
does not remember her although he is her child...
He tries to run from her but she is everywhere hearing
his thoughts, she feels his pain...
He covers his ears to silence her but weakens in this
exercise, she is embedded upon his intuition...
She knows him too well and finds him where he hides...
Yet he renounces her and goes on dreaming in a trance...
That he is omnipotent and does not need Mothers help...
Yet he will one day return to her womb...
After his conquests have felled him...
It is unavoidable that he will rest on her again and sink
into her heart as a stone into earth...
The more he struggles and resists her the quicker he will fall...
His foes will gain ground on the 'motherless' child...
And he will search for her everywhere and beg for her
rescue in his moments of solitude...
My Love, do you not hear your mother calling you?
Do you not pine for her as she pines for you?
Do you not search for her in everyones eyes
and see only a mystery?
Do you not ignore or brush off this mystery as arbitrary?
In your darkest moments, did you not wonder who lifted
you to survive another day?
Did you not stand on her passive and solid ground to
reach for the stars?
Did you not look to the sky for her and see only a vast expanse?
Why did you not close your eyes to view her,
or sleep to be awakened in her,
or rest to be held in her arms?
How did you not feel the warmth of her as your heart beat
inside you?
Did you not know The Great Mother is inside you?
Quiet your mind to hear her...
Lift your eyes to the sky to meet her gaze...
Soften your voice to be heard by her...
Touch your heart to feel her beating...
For inside you is where your origins reside...
And like her, I am there, I am there...
-From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 2'
The Great Mother calls, yet the man does not hear her,
does not remember her although he is her child...
He tries to run from her but she is everywhere hearing
his thoughts, she feels his pain...
He covers his ears to silence her but weakens in this
exercise, she is embedded upon his intuition...
She knows him too well and finds him where he hides...
Yet he renounces her and goes on dreaming in a trance...
That he is omnipotent and does not need Mothers help...
Yet he will one day return to her womb...
After his conquests have felled him...
It is unavoidable that he will rest on her again and sink
into her heart as a stone into earth...
The more he struggles and resists her the quicker he will fall...
His foes will gain ground on the 'motherless' child...
And he will search for her everywhere and beg for her
rescue in his moments of solitude...
My Love, do you not hear your mother calling you?
Do you not pine for her as she pines for you?
Do you not search for her in everyones eyes
and see only a mystery?
Do you not ignore or brush off this mystery as arbitrary?
In your darkest moments, did you not wonder who lifted
you to survive another day?
Did you not stand on her passive and solid ground to
reach for the stars?
Did you not look to the sky for her and see only a vast expanse?
Why did you not close your eyes to view her,
or sleep to be awakened in her,
or rest to be held in her arms?
How did you not feel the warmth of her as your heart beat
inside you?
Did you not know The Great Mother is inside you?
Quiet your mind to hear her...
Lift your eyes to the sky to meet her gaze...
Soften your voice to be heard by her...
Touch your heart to feel her beating...
For inside you is where your origins reside...
And like her, I am there, I am there...
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