Page 17 - Sacred Nude

Ode to MOTHER Which illuminates us all.
Francesca Simonelli Show me those parts
And pieces of yourself
Show me the grace within you that heals the wounded, Whose brokenness has transformed
That inspires the despairing, You into a perfect kind of completion
That awakens those who would rather die And yet that still has you growing,
Than live another day enslaved Evolving
By the lies of misguided human culture. Into entirely new forms of divinity
Do not show me the face Every day.
And body parts
That you have used to manipulate Show me the bats
And shame others. Dangling from the caves of your soul
Withdraw your shining, And the deadly spiders
Wily sword that you use to entice, That crawl from your womb.
Then slice Show me the entangled webs
Off the heads of those Of your dreams
Who come too close. And the ghost town within your torso.
Show me the rain forest that thrives between your Show me the blazing
Thighs, And flaming inferno in your carcass
The jungle that encircles your waist, As you burn yourself back to life.
Whose vines envelop your hips. Show me how you can rise from the dead,
Show me the trellis of glory Cast love spells
That is unseen to the naked eye. That set us all free.
Show me the sultry truth of our own divine mother Demonstrate your ability to channel miracles
That dances its way through As you transform your chaos into
Your every move. Absolute order and beauty.
Screech for me
Show me the true Goddess who has the power, From the primitive places
Wisdom, That have been abandoned and forgotten,
Compassion Reveal to me the primal scream
And strength to heal the whole world. That will set you free.
Show me the holy gift of your sacred heart.
The part of you that is the whole,