The Mouth of The Mother
by Tigris Nokomis Powers

She holds us sweetly above her belly.
Caresses our naked feet with softness
of open Field and Ocean shore. Her voice
sings in the canopy of Trees that carry
our secret thoughts to the mighty Sky.
She is the breath that pulses through
our collective veins, the Rivers,
and the running Streams.

Life is her nature. Creatures beyond
measure feel the pull to her foundation.
Gestation to become something of her
image, beautiful beyond any extreme.
Vastness opens up to greatness and
so many of us are left feeling small,
tiny, to say the least. To deserve such
love is unimaginable. Still, She breathes.

As River makes offering to the Ocean
Her mouth does open wide. Silent
songs swim with the stream and cradle
the water dreams. A lullaby of grand
proportion to forgotten souls swimming
in need. Upon her childing, opulent,
milk shall they un-fettered feed. One
sweet kiss, a propagating seed.

When her child meets the face of the wind,
time shall whisper the circle's end.
The wisdom of the ancient kin is free
and Mother shall become offspring.
She seeks the light that enlivened within
her womb. Master to an empty mind,
she awaits the hand that once did grasp
to offer new strength to her unfolding.

©Tigris Powers, 2003-2008