(Part 1, First Mother)
(Part 1, First Mother)In the old time, our first mother
was nothing more than a vibration,
singing alone in the night to what she
thought was only her own congregation.
At first, just a low quake that
gently rocked her being to and fro,
softly, according to her intuition—
a deep instinct that only she could know.
She felt such clarity in her design
to simply become her own motion,
only to hum with her energy against
the universe with perfect devotion.
Then sometimes, for no reason
at all that she could name,
she shifted on her axis,
and rocked herself all the same.
And just as she did, her vibration
accelerated to a new pace—
like her body was an instrument
and her audience, infinite space.
And though she was her song’s creator,
she was as much
