Xochiquetzal

I am Aztec Xochiquetzal.

I nestle like a bee in a flower,

yet I am that flower, isn’t that a joke?

I laugh a fountain of laughter.

That fist that holds sadness,

doesn’t it itch?

Don’t you want to scratch it?

Open it and joy

will fly out like a butterfly!

Peek inside and see!

Children are bursting out

dancing and singing

from the gloomiest wombs on earth,

and Springtime is wriggling

Her caterpillar way

up through the snow.

Everywhere roots

are turning mud into blossoms.

A dance is hatching

from the egg of spring.

Sing a song and find a friend.

Let’s re-discover

that sex means giggling together.

Art and joy unite us,

with each other,

and within ourselves.

They bridge all separation

with a rainbow of beauty.

Squint in the sun like a child

and see the world

iridescent as a humming bird.

Drink deep the nectar of eternal life.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018