Meeting Mystery

My family camping in the desert

and my children scampering like rodents,

exploring under every rock,

poking down every hole,

and my heart fluttering like litter in the wind:

Oh, my god, no rattlesnakes! Please, please, god!

Not my children! No venom, no fangs,

no danger, no death, no surprises…

this poisonous litany of fear.

Enough!

Goddess of the desert! I praise You!

Rattling rhythmic warning, inner listening,

Intimations of change!

Visit us! Mother!

Lady of the dark spaces in the heart of the earth!

We are sensuous sisters,

sharing cyclic shedding of layers of being,

constant celebration of renewal and health.

Give us the guidance of Your silence.

Calm us with the mandalas of Your eyes.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018