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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