She comes first
She comes second
She comes third,
Said the Prophet – upon whom be Peace.
“Father, you are fourth.”
Revere the wombs that sheltered you.
Revere the station of Paradise
That lies beneath the feet of the Mother…
Beneath her feet, she is your Eden.
In the womb of Revelation
The Prophets suffered to give birth to Light …
To spiritual illumination …
To sanctified exaltation …
They suffered to open the doors of inspiration,
To a deeply felt Presence of Grace,
Sublime and liberating
That flows through the star-sequined
Aether of the universe,
And that gently blows with even gentler breezes
Upon oceans of Love.
In the greatness of the womb of Humanity –
That sanctum sanctorum;
In the greatness of all that merits greatness;
In travail our Mothers bore us
In travail our Mothers birthed us!
From a single Essence were we created
And from that Essence humanity danced into the dawn of Life.
And the essence of that Essence is the Mother.
It is Mother Earth that embraces us
It is Mother Earth that we care to destroy …
In the Mother it is not only the Female that we despise
That we marginalise
That we wish to exorcise,
Through and by which we continue to live our lies
And through and by which we continue to ravage
The Essence of our lives.
In the darkness of our sepulchered predations …
In our convoluted prejudices,
It is the Mother within ourselves that we destroy –
That Essence within ourselves that cries for courage, justice, mercy and compassion.
To connect with the Mother
Within ourselves.
To allow for that sacred alchemy of alteration – of even deeper transformation
Is to connect with that
Which comes First
Which comes Second
And which comes Third.
Shaykh Seraj Hendricks
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