Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Swallow the Moon

A Poem for Pregnant Elise

By and by,

Baby will be coming soon

You, who have

Swallowed the moon

Now follow the course of its arc in-utero

waxing into fullness within

(Who knew you could hold the moon in your belly?)

carrying this ethereal weight

beyond fullness and ripeness, into bruisy, turning juiciness

Bearing, with its majesty,

Bearing down darkness, down-ness, too

Yes, sometimes,

The dark side of the moon whips its scythe over fluffy pink and blue-ness

Though Darkness

also bears its gift—a Question,

revealing Mystery

of Birth, of Soul Appearing from Shadow

and as you stay open, open! as darkness grows,

You may find within that Shadow

the Joy you seek, too

of Love crowning and descending upon you

Revealing what it means to

Mother, to be constant—to be pock-marked and battered

to be luminescent and light, a comfort in the night

to be loved, to ache within

waxing and waning

again and again,

Oh holy holy


Mother Moon

© by Ami Chen Mills-Naim, 2007


Denise said...

I feel pregnant reading your poem! Tonight is the full moon. May be the brightest I've ever seen.

Happy full moon! I have nothing to complain about and there's nothing that I must decide or fret about. Life is really fine! You are right, compassion does have a generous feeling.

Thanks for being alive and sharing your wisdom and creativity.

With love,

Ami Chen Mills-Naim said...

Thank you, Denise! We are all part of this Oneness of life, each in our own way so valuable and precious to the whole. You remind me of this.