Through the Mists..

mary-magdalene

How do we navigate
this frozen hell
where time stands still
without mercy?

Discipline
she reminds me.
The cries of far away children
How do we navigate
this frozen hell
where time stands still
without mercy?

Discipline
she reminds me.
The cries of far away children
and women in mourning
barrel bombs and cyanide
pipeline placebos
frack
Worlds spin
on the axis of intention

I see her through morning mist
come down from the mountains
be aware
of the strongest visions

fading in and out
with the rising sun
of the direction they are moving
she seeps between vision
and fantasy
watch them
like clouds

That smile
Leonardo captured it perfectly, I muse
If they please you
look towards them
embrace them
and give them your gleeful attention

She turns
and the green pathway becomes
a dusty street
Jerusalem brown
if they sadden you
move your intention away from there

patina
do not feed them your fears
We mothers
we women
we were raised on worry
and fear
Look away from the nightmares
that have not yet come to be

We wear our badges
of victim and protector
interchangeably
do not draw them to you with your mind
We fear our food
our water
our schools
our doctors
our leaders
and our husbands
some of us
Deny them your will
We are afraid for our children
and our grandchildren
your thoughts
We are trained worriers
ready to see the worst
possible
outcome
and your power
We look for every threat
so we can kill it before it strikes
Be strong
and sure of yourself

Our icons are women in prayer
Do not give in
to those who reign with terror

chaste and sorrowful
heads bowed in servitude
or promise safety and security
We beg god for his mercy
do not be fooled by false testimony
and the pardon of Eve
do not give to them your attention
for her daring
Be aware that strength and power
are of the earth
and the stars

Women
we worry we are not enough
and are your birthright
We are so conditioned to be fearful
too scared to believe
There are many possible outcomes
many parallels
and dimensions

We have become afraid to hope
as many as there are stars in the sky
afraid to trust
all dancing the patterns of this universe
into being

It is so hard
You can choose
which star to gaze at

to change
Discipline
she reminds me.

(c) Krow Fischer