Sometimes We Suffer

sometimes we suffer

sometimes that ache that howls through the long cold echoing corridors of deep dark hallowing hollering space, like the scream of the yawning birth of our starry, strenuous dreaming, opens our mouths to be born… pushes like a feisty fist into our lives in order to become…

it rages in ritual and rhythm and rut corrupts our best efforts deforms our phantoms of dignity and truth cripples our bodies and thwarts our desires until everyone shares atom and galaxy, beast, soul and spirit – in the bringing to birth of the pain of the bringing to birth of the pain of the bringing to birth…

and in the out-of-our-control, incomprehensible, rammed-jammed-packed-full immensity of even the empty spaces comes yelling down the tunnels of time of its own engendering all the ringing triumph of the gladness

of the mother in travail

therefore we carry our sacred pain like a child of a mother, and in our participation, when we are in pain, we are both mother and child. when in most pain, defeated and hurt, we are most glorious, mysterious and strong.

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