Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Rhythm















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

We’ve all heard
our mother’s heart beat
from beneath her skin.

This is our rhythm –
an inherited sense
of right and righteous timing.

“Home” and “Not Home”
are sequences, patterns,
familiar and unfamiliar.

All your life,
memory has been
the drummer –
and you’ve marched.

Has it served you well –
This rhythm?
This onward march?

Recently, I’ve been lying
on the Earth in fetal position –

and listening.

This is when I really re-member
that sound, this feeling.

This is when I re-member the
ancient rhythms of
The Mother.

This is when I know
I no longer need to
march.

This is when I know
I’m Home –

Everywhere,
and always.

The First Mother
would have embodied
this rhythm.

Somewhere down the line
someone missed
a beat,

And we’ve all been missing
it ever since.

So profoundly missing it.

Now.

Head upon The Heart.

It’s up to us to re-member.

Head upon The Heart?

Cheek on bark or moss or stone.

Are you listening?

This is what the future
will hear.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author
Published in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

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