Today is about You and the Song
About the ear of this soul tuned to your call
About the bosom that birthed the suckle
And the cry that made the milk
Today is for the one who opened her womb so I could help restore a million fallen stars to the Sky
For the Light that threads itself through the eye between worlds- a life line of the undying slowly fed by Her hands
This day is for the holy flesh that bends itself around the unanswerable question so we could grow inside the one Truth.
Today is for each bead of sweat, each gasping breath, each delirious hour of faith in the deliverance as the agony of true Love widened you for new life
This day is not possible without every drop of life being wrung from the weave of oneness into my parched soul-
teaching me to squeeze the same from my own life back into the river so the Well is always full.
For this day I was born is all for you- Mother.
Thank you for my life Mother in all of your forms.
It’s bewildering that I am even here to write this. Deep bow for the many hands that make this life so, knowing that they grow from your ever reaching arms toward your children.
On your birthday, honor the Mother. Be thankful for your life.
Love Shira
this is exquisite, Shira. I fel you laboring to birth a new world with every breath.