Diaspora

Our Goddess Mother, Dia Mater,

exploding, scattering stars before Her,

fungus among us, growing from decay:

She flings us, spores, winged into orbit,

aura in rainbow arcs,

Her sparks (light out of dark.)

She is never far away; She is inside us.

We are always within Her fiery ring.

We are fairy dust, Her legacy, Her trust.

In Her we are always whole, One Soul.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018