Waking Up from Waking Up

Listening to the latest bunch
Of philosophers, scientists, gurus
To enter my sphere
I wonder 
Do Mothers wake up
To the nature of reality
Differently than men? 

I followed their esteemed words
And marveled at the imagery
I traipsed through a quantum jungle
Of potentia
Transcended an ego
I didn't possess
(Having relinquished it
During birthing)
Became a "dissociated alter"
And ended up "enlightened"
Yet so far from home
Only to be comforted by 
The thought of "no death"
But what an exciting mind fuck
Peer contagion 
A trance 
Induced by words
Men congregating together
Interviewing each other 
Going deeper and deeper
Into the trance
That has delivered 
Them from suffering
What a luxury 🙄

But waking up from waking up
I see that with words and ideas--
Nothing is sacrificed
No blood is spilt
No wailing with birth pain
No breastmilk painstakingly fed
To hungry mouths
No empathic tears
No loss of self autonomy 
So what is this suffering
From whence they flee?

They explain Motherhood
As chemicals and hormones
But Mothers know better
We have the lived experience
Of the Oneness men seek
Of the ego death
Of being boundless, boundaryless
Of the nothing that is everything
Of infinite, unconditional love
Of maternal creative energy
Where the one becomes two
Becomes 10,000 things
And where a ferocious loving remains intact
After the umbilical cord is cut

They birth new words and concepts
We rock our babies
And sing lullabies 
Resigned, surrendered
Powerless
In service to Nature
Both beautiful and brutal
There is no reconciling death 
Or grief, or chaos
For that would cancel out
Life and love and peace
There are no lateral minds
To reach or preach or teach
Only the vertical love
Mother to child
A loving, nurturing "doing" love
Until the nappies come off

Then a hands-off love 
That radiate from beingness
Silent love holding space
So the children can hear 
Their own thoughts
Feel their own way 
And sense the invisible
Umbilical cord
That will wordlessly, lovingly
Lead them back home

To take their place as helpmeet
To ease the suffering
Of life striving to birth itself
Of life trying to live
Man must be
The shepherds of life
All life
Instead of the shepherds of words
And no-words.