Divine Mother

Perhaps poetry goes unwritten 

In Your name

Because wordless are your workings

Deeply held in the mysteries of the body

I feel Your whispers

When the Wind raises hair on my neck

Or the moon reaches into

The back of my heart

The dark Earth causes 

Me to weep with wonder

All sensation begins to feel like Your caress,

And all inner movement as searching for You! 

How is it possible to Love this much?

You weave everything into Love, Mother

By never turning your gaze away 

From me.

Unnameable, unknowable

Yet the source of all that is known

You are an Encounter!

The Whole experience of being belongs to You.

In the soft animal of my body, I find

You are Becoming as I become

Transformed into what has always

Been joined as One

There was never irreconcilable loss -

No true leaving;

Only forgetting

Your face is in everything.

The Serpent in the Garden

The Fruit of finding out -

We were never truly separated,

Nor banished from You

Only asked to look for you in darkness too.

I can see and hear and touch and taste and smell again!

Knowing there was never any reason 
to hide
And now, nowhere to run -

But Home.
Where I can find you Eternally
Deep inside the belly 
Of my own beating heart. 

-- Whitney Logan, 2.1.13