Complaints?

What ‘evils’ spring from My womb? 

Sex and other sticky functions

intertwined in harmony,

earth and steamy dirt composting,

worms farming that Eden, 

death a part of rebirth unending,

harmless snakes shedding skins like veils,

a Hallowed night

of bats, rats, black cats, owls, spiders, toads.

Oh yes, mosquitoes, earwigs,

blackflies fertilizing blueberries,

and a few plagues;

any other complaints against Me?

I break taboos. I reclaim the sacred.

I lift the lid. I expose secrets.

My love unearths lies.

My tree of life is rooted

in the dark earth of My truth.

You are all My children,

as dearly loved as ant or flea.

You share with Me a birthright:

courage and curiosity,

shape-shifting transformation!

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How to praise

Toad Goddess,

warts and all?

Repetitive

raucous

caucus,

cacophony

of mating.

Skip the dating.

(Do I want to hear

a soundtrack

of myself?)

Look into the mirror:

bumpy, lumpy,

sometimes grumpy.

We listen to that media

croaking lies all day,

such arrogance:

toadally awful!

Why not hear and praise

Her commonsense,

Her awesome Truth,

Her Harmony,

Her symphony, atonal, free,

including dissonance?

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018