Motherlines

For all the stories found and told

Motherlines

For all the praises

All the pitiful effort

For all the power over

And passive rage

For all the revealing

And silver light

For all the love

And all the not belonging

For all the beauty

And all the good intent

For all the expectations

And all the hidden dreams

For all the bad behaviour

And glossing over

For all the stories found and told

For all the boundaries not held

For all the direction not followed

For all  the softness

For all the help from beyond

And all the Grandmother’s of Grandmothers

For all that was raised in truth

For all the inspirations

For all that was still silenced

And for all that was held and felt in the quiet

For all that was spoken, sung, prayed & shared

For all the epic fails

And all the little big victories

For all the tears

Of hurt & sweetness of wonder

For all the locked doors & hidden well’s

For all the open vessels of forgiveness

pouring onto the earth and into the lake

For the wild geese & lone wolf

For all the collaboration

Of soul & service

For all the calling to stars

For all that was unknowingly selfish from the depth of lack

For all that’s hurting

And all thats coming home

For the night and its invitation

For what we fulfilled and what we began

And then the continuation

For all that was seen in the dream of water

& the dance of the moon,

For all that was seen

working for & within the Motherlines.