The Ministry of Womanly Peace



It’s at the intersection of unexpected 
And (seemingly) inconvenient 
Where tides meet

Like the seas join oceans 

Caribbean to Atlantic in Vieques

The water warm and cold turns back on itself at the Cape:

Agulhas current, Benguela current 

Making Good Hope. 


It’s there where Yemaya speaks

Her words light plankton iridescent

So much that they join words 

Scientific 

To describe the miracle 

Biological and luminous 

Bio-lumin- ESSENCE

The last word, the suffix 

Being the only one 

Really required. 


In this world where men make war

In the sacred name of love

 misplaced 

By fear and atonement, 

Endless cycle


Women commune with the moon 

In their own bodies 

Cheat death by birthing life,

And write humanity ‘s history in the 

microscopic acidic blueprints 

that flow through these veins, 

hide in our cells

Carrying generational stories 

Releasing them to create and sustain 

Culture and tradition 


Oral scripture more impressive than 

Vedic translation, 

The Torah, overprotected by 

thieves in the temple

Divided testimony,

Quran, The Tao

Anywhere the stories are manipulated

To make us less than what we are:


Gods!


…Truly Biblical 

(though I argue 

Poets don’t make good mothers) 


It’s the light in unexpected places

That makes a galaxy 


The electric energy 

We exude in creation

That flows through all currents, 

The life fluid, lubricated

Where peace lives. 

Where sound is introduced to harmony

Where movement is in sync


Brothers, 

I invite you back to this place

Easy, natural 

Your original shelter

It’s there we finally 

Find ourselves 

Truly united, Free.  


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