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In Dreams, She Awakens

I dream of a woman
Mother-centred
grey-haired essence
oozing strength –
a vessel, rain focused
decoding political lies.

Leaders are locked
targeting anxiety
selective stances
patriarchal bedmates
ending unsafe

Rioters blow up
martyr consciousness
metamorphosis in throngs
chemicals insignificant
when innocence ignored
temples violated.

What is next?
A future gatekeeper
spouting personal freedom
recalling pleas, charming
ghosts of the past?

We need
discernment,
a woman
Mother-centred
grey-hair wise
leading the way.

(I dreamt of a goddess figure, and attempted to capture her in the pencil drawing featured.  Working on that dream, many things have emerged.  The poem above is just on example.)

 

14 thoughts on “In Dreams, She Awakens

  1. I am 1/2 Ojibwa and I burn sage and I pray near the lake for calm and peace. I liked the old saying. If the mothers ran the world. They wouldn’t send their children to die in war. Our world need to learn the caress of a mother’s love, calmness and peace. Wonderful poetry shared dear friend.

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