Ready Every Day

Thinking, so confined a thing.
Let me write from no-thought,
from the emptiness
filled with dear Dark Mater.
Quantum Mother, this I pray,
for poems of multiple dimensions,
that descend into a listener’s soul
layer by layer by layer.
May I live as present
as an egret sailing over water.
and write from dreamtime,
from the wholeness of my flight.

On the changing signboard
In front of the church
blaze the ongoing names
of my ever-changing dreams.
Let the shining words
fall on those who pass.
Let me love this life on earth,
poems laughing and crying
from my many mouths.
Let me write
ready every day to die.
Mother Tonantzin, so be it.

c. Susa Silvermarie 2022