Motherhood Has been glamorized And falsified To make women into puppets When it is nothing more Than the absolute balance Of love and not love Of a One love that is immutable But appears as self and other The baby and mother dyad Of One into two Dualism
Love becomes life Life is a dance of opposites Of repelling and attracting Of love and tough love Of sheltering And pushing out of the nest Of feeding And teaching to fish Even if they starve a little
Self-reliance is the goal To point them to their own stillpoint To the Oneness of immutable love From which to navigate To find balance in the dualism Of self and other
Our breasts aren't supposed to drip Forever And 'they' have dulled our fangs So we can't nip at the babies Who want to stay nursing And in the nest Forever And we feel we have failed at motherhood If love isn't unconditional
Unconditional love Is life out of balance It is a yes without a no It is mine without a yours It is self without other It is the tail wagging the dog The child wagging the mother Does the mother enjoy drippy breasts So her fledgling never fledges What if he fledges and fails? Then again, we feel we have failed
Mothers need to know Love is immutable It is constant, whole, forever Love is yes AND no There is no other dance.