In Observance of The Grandmothers

They're artistic adventurers.
Parachuting where Spirit calls,
they backpack their hammocks within.

Eating where they sleep,
they adore corner views,
reading the blueprints of
each other's homes for inspiration.

Like snowflakes,
each unveils an original tale.
Les doyennes
double quadrilling the first alphabet.

They are infinitely patient.
If one line cast
does not return what they seek,
efforts continue on another.

They trust implicitly.

They move with an economy of energy.
Rarely do they scurry,
although a scamper
is occasionally witnessed.
They dance en pointe,
at times, leaping through space.

Zen mistresses, responding
to all comers and knocks upon their doors.
They love guests and stories,
so be in no hurry.
Their experience of Time
is different than yours.

Though their influences
are eternal,
neither shepardess nor goddess
is awarded greater favor.

They counsel stillness and movement,
thus mirroring
our divine heartbeat.

They teach that to expect change
is vital to a joyful life.
They instruct by example,
remaining true to their natures.

Their dharma is the Cosmos itself,
spinning continual renewal.

They've labored as sailors, aviators,
homemakers and illustrators.

Wherever there is a line drawn
or a track laid, so are they.

They are children of
She Who Is Always.
They are Creation Whisperers.

12/04/07