Awesome One
Why bother with Me.
the womb-bearer,
when half-believing in him
is already too much father-bother,
too much stranger-danger,
too much to bear?
Your ‘god’ is too small.
I Am the You of you.
I Am the All of all.
Why fear Me? I contain you.
I center you. I dignify All.
I Am as near and dear as breath.
There is nothing to fear,
no gods, just lies.
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Fearlessly facing your fears leads
(quickly!) to fearlessness!
You cannot thank Me if you fear Me.
How can you fear Me if you thank Me?
How can you fear
My womb of Mystery you tumble in.
My Puzzle, asks you (pieces all)
simply to be: yourselves, unique,
One in My peace.
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Mother, what else
have we never discussed?
Today in our first talk ever
of "psychic" experience
you told me my Protestant great-aunt
was a diviner of water,
and my Jewish great-grandmother
knew when her mother died,
a month before the letter came,
and named her baby after her,
taboo had the elder been alive.
And that once you ran horrified
from a "past life meditation group"
after "remembering"
being burned at the stake as a witch.
You apologized for never speaking
of such "things" for fear of scaring me.
(Mom, I ain’t scared!)
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To feel an openness and to feel closed:
these are the only feelings that I know.
In ‘no’ is pain, and there is pain in ‘yes.
“Yes’ is my only joy--is there another?
Fear and love, these push me where I go:
in, to my loneliness, out to another.
What is hate? I feel my love and fear
tug like the poles of fate.
Life tugs till death opens
and closes in the rhythm of breath.
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You must open doors, eyes, open cages.
If you keep the ones within you locked shut,
you will storm in daytime sleepwalk rages
out of your marriages, your work,
leaving friendships strewn
like hurricane branches,
If you close yourselves against My Life,
the dreaming Earth will swallow you.
All fears are keyholes,
courage your only key!
© Tamara Rasmussen 2018