Goddess Kaddish: dedicated to Greta Thunberg a faithful Kaddishim
I can hear my mother call; can you hear your mother call?
The Mothers who have chosen to give birth
And The Mothers who have chosen not to
Can we let our Mothers choose
While also choosing our Mothers?
Fetal heartbeat laws
Alabama, Georgia, Ohio, and Louisiana
Restrictive American meccas
Using 21st century trick-nology to make medieval decisions.
The heartless say they hear a heartbeat
Could the Religious Right
Be religiously wrong?
Macrocosmic microcosmic contradictions
We use laws to remove choice from Mothers
While refusing to enact laws to protect Mother Earth
Leave the seamless webs to Mother Ariadne
Because when we weave
our webs are frayed
And misshapen
And Mother knows best
To She whose name means:
The Mother of all Living
Who continues to get a bad rap
To the serpent encircling the egg of creation who waits patiently for our realization.
ॐसंसरस्वत्यैनमः॥
Auṃ saṃ Sarasvatyai namaḥ॥
Hail to Thee oh Source of all Wisdom
May Her great Name grow exalted and sanctified
ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace
In the world that She created as She willed
May Her sovereignty prevail in your lifetimes and in your days,
And in the lifetimes of the entire world family
Swiftly and soon.
Now say:
ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace
May her Names be blessed forever and ever
I can hear my mother call; can you hear your mother call?
But no science applying to Mother Earth.
Why listen to climate science when you can just guess?
Black milk from the breast of mother earth
she nurses us patiently
But will we ever be weaned?
To Greta Thunberg who sees her long body already perceiving herself
As mother
As crone
As ancestor
Sixteen year old Tetragrammaton
She is three in one and one in three
And speaks as the mystical fourth
Obsessively and compulsively seeing the world in Black and White
So that it may stay forever Green
The celebration of the earth needs more then a single day
One million species at risk of extinction in the next twenty years
The greatest threat to biodiversity
U.S.
(We see you, Monsanto)
Can we collectively reassemble this shattered vessel while there is still time
tikkun olam:
Goddess will only come to earth when she is no longer needed.
All poets have selective mutism and speak only when necessary
And this is one of those times
Oh sing, Greta
Sing you faithful kaddishim
Your skin, bone, and heretic’s heart be your authority.
ॐश्रींलक्ष्म्यैनामः॥
Auṃ srīṃ Lakṣhmyai namaḥ॥
Hail to Thee Oh Source of all riches
Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled,
Mighty, upraised, and lauded be the Name The Triple Goddess
Blessed is She.
Beyond any blessing and song,
Beyond any praise and consolation that are uttered in the world.
Now say:
ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace
May Her Name be blessed forever and ever
I can hear my mother call; can you hear your mother call?
To the earth mothers through whose hands the Goddess feeds
Can you see her hands in all hands hands?
Making a chapati
Or a flour tortilla
A loaf of bread
Injera
Sweet potato flat bread
Or offering fermented cabbage and a single bowl of rice
ॐक्रींकाल्यैनम:॥
Auṃ krīṃ kālyai namaḥ॥
Hail to She who takes away the darkness
Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled,
Mighty, upraised, and lauded be the Name
Of She who governs the fullness of time
Blessed is She
Blessed beyond any blessing and song,
Beyond any praise and consolation that are uttered in the world.
Now say:
ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace
To the Virgin
To the Naiad
To the Crone
In her fear inducing
And beneficent forms
Can you see her vigorously pointing
Spanking your bare bottom
Or using a shoe like a boomerang
(Boy! I brought you into this world and I can take you out, too)
To the Angels in suffragette white raising the roof in Congress;
The workers striking and singing Bread and Roses
The burnt wreckage of our lady in Paris
The Black meteoric stone in Mecca encased in Vaginal shaped silver
We all come from The Mother and unto Her we shall return
ॐह्रींश्रीं दुं दुर्गायैनमः॥
Auṃ hrīṃ srīṃ duṃ durgāyai namaḥ॥
Hail to She who is difficult to approach
Grantor of Increase
Who Removes all Difficulties
May there be abundant peace from Heaven
And life upon us and upon all the world
Now say:
ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace
I can hear my mother call. Can you hear your mother call?
To the Southern Black Women in a galvanized steel tub
Who laundry danced so that I could fly
Oh mother I would kiss those soapy feet if I could
To the German char woman who could
butcher
cook
and eat
every single part of a pig
“Brains is good waste not want not”
she would say
Three boxes of detergent in her cupboard at all times
When one was empty
Time to buy a replacement box
To Sister mothers who held my hand while mama died
She who habitually stole the last crispy perfect french fry
From my dinner plate
From womb to tomb
Womb to tomb
again and again
be they
Stellar
Aqueous
Or Earthly dust
We all come from The Mother and unto Her we shall return
She who makes peace in Her heights, may She make peace,
Upon us and upon all the world
Now say:
ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace
Mother you are full of grace
And blessed are we the fruit of Your womb
Bless us now and in the hour of our deaths and rebirths
(Photo Credit: Hanna Franzen / Reuters / New Scientist)