Robed Demeter

I Am Seamless Seamstress,

timeless Measurer, Mater, Mother.

My daughters, lost to the material world,

heed Me, and mend your ways.

How many miles of clothes do you ‘need’

(excess baggage!)

to wend and rend your days,

twixt birth and death!

Rainbow wears seven rain-washed changes,

chakras shimmer seven colors,

veils swirl in seven directions.

One shroud is enough, even for Turin.

How long a winding cloth,

a winding ribbon of road,

before peace unfurls at last?

One handkerchief for tears, surrender,

Eve needs to cover her nakedness,

shamed by a priest in a dress,

wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Moss once was feminine padding,

washable, recyclable!

Shame cowers cowed, cowardly,

to cover a man-made curse.

Don't fear your shadow!

Truth needs no disguises.

Camouflaged hunters

hide behind a blind,

aiming at sitting ducks.

Justice, rip off Your blindfold!

You are not made of ice!

Oya, in dancing rags of memory,

will rip it!

Her whirling skirts

will warm your frozen hearts!

Materialize Justess!

My daughters, closet cases all!

Come out, sky clad, and dance!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018