Hi beautiful creature,
It’s been a while since my last letter hasn’t it! I’ll rectify that soon.
Today, though, I just wanted to send you two small pieces of poetry that are part of a forthcoming poetry collection I’ve authored.
The first is just for today.
Happy Mother's Day
Motherhood is a time of creation and art
In it we find clarity, patience, and wisdom.
When you birth a child, you birth not one new person
But two:
One is Them
The other is You.
It’s not new “priorities”
It’s new vision, new energy.
You see wieth your heart—
Your eyes merely guide place.
You are not the You that you were Before.
Mothers create and nurture
Build family and community
Find solace in nature
And joy in a moment,
Where others see only
Reality.
And the next one….
In Wholeness We Are Saved
Curl your warm fingers
Around my one,
Show me the window and Sing a non-language song
That only I understand.
Raw,
Unfiltered experience shining
Through eyes unshuttered and free,
Staring soulfully into me,
Teaching me how to stay
Present.
I recover slowly,
An addict led astray by
Self, society and
Well-intentioned, misled Others.
If I take each seed-bearing
Goddess by the hand
To show her the window;
If I sing her a hopeful
Song in the non-language
That only I know;
Can I gift her
This same orchid of the flame?
How many inner children
Could we save
If they, too, recognised
Their art?
Confronting,
The realities of birth
Are not of Mind,
Are
Raw.
Unearthing more than
That occult gateway
You return me to my heart,
To the locus of all creation
With every electrifying touch.
In recovery,
My artist makes her home
In that same
Soulful place.
Mothers are makers,
Divinity’s creators,
Yet where so many fight
A battle
For selfdom and light
There need only be
Recognition:
Completeness,
Hidden inside that soft, small moment
When you wrap your warm
Little fingers
Around my one
And tug me to the window
So I can see.
Until next time, may all your days sparkle.
xx Leticia
PS. I’ll have some awesome things to tell you in my next missive, so stay tuned.