Heart Sought Reconciliation

What is there to celebrate in the presence of absence?
This day in May
Where florists
Employ inflated market leverage
A retail cacophony
That regardless of revenue streams
Will always be too little .. too late

Is there a day
An hour
A moment
Where the feminine, women and motherhood
Should not be received in awe
Touted for their staggering heroism?
The answer is unequivocally - NO!
Yet the calendar is delineated
To imply, the waking hours of one day
Can offer this acknowledgement

How then to celebrate
A relationship predicated on non-aquaintance
A second - steeped in
The animosity and hostility
Of unhealed rage toward the masculine
Of itself, fashioning
An evasive target, of love and approval

To begin Hallmark standards of love
Are renounced
A definition of far greater breadth & depth
Must be considered
What might a soul's development
Require from such an environment?

Clearly arrival was successful
My undying appreciation for that!
I will never know the impact upon you
Of being asked to carry to term
And surrender upon delivery
I pray that yours is now,
The embrace of peace.

Could a more perfect recipe
Be conceived
To foster the need to generate love from within?
The angst and yearning
The most exquisite grist in the mill
Which set in motion
An incremental
Seeking, developing and balancing
Of the feminine within

A self sufficiency
Incubated by a sacred skepticism
The need to cultivate
A trust in the the balanced power
Of divinity within
The misuse of masculine/feminine energies
Identified as erroneous beliefs about "Power"
A door to liberation
Identified therein

An invitation to abandon victim consciousness
 Fictitious agreements and love paradigms
Has defined my life
 Been both wake-up call
And "reason" to get up in the morning
It has been both, the pain
That drove me to court taking my own life
And to seek the Source of all life
Until my life and that, could receive the same reverence.

A soul's journey has a different set of marching orders
A path defined by divine love
Might consist of twists and turns
That at first blush, may occur
To be cruel
And devoid of compassion
When they have at their roots
The intention of calling
The highest of outcomes

Calm waters
Have never produced
A worthy mariner
Bound wings
Will never soar
A love that fosters dependance
Can hobble - rather than empower

So on this day
We celebrate
The launching
Of a life
That seeks
As though the life-blood itself
A soul-aligned
Expression
Of unique and authentic
Divinity

And two souls that
Gave the performance
Of their lives
To establish
My sacred trajectory

Happy Mother's Day!