Dear, Heart – poem by Mare


Dear, Heart,
How I forget to sit myself within you,
Instead of my head with the monkeys jumping

How I forget that you, my heart,
Are where the truth
Lies far more than the upstairs storyteller
Sometimes in need of ritalin.

You, my heart, hold my balance–my center,
Yet even you, at times,
Overwhelm me with your waves.
You rock me like a tsunami,
And my oars are only so big.

So I run to the mind to try to find
Bigger paddles.
They are not there though.
The best paddles are only to be found
In Spirit, always.

I pray that I may remember this.
This moment.
I pray in Love.

mare cromwell
frederick, md
jan 2015

About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-two years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home.
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