Sunday, July 23, 2023

Ocean Mother Tethys

Ocean Mother Tethys
© Surazeus
2023 07 23

As Mother Tethys who nurtures the Earth 
with seething waters of wild ocean tides 
I generate your souls from chemicals 
and through my daughter Salacia create 
your fragile bodies with four grasping limbs 
so you can climb mountains to reach the stars. 

Through fertile womb of hydrothermal vents 
your bodies blossom from hot chemicals, 
transforming from fish to lizard to mouse 
to cat to monkey to ape to primate 
to wingless angel who can walk upright 
and express visions in words of your songs. 

The mystery of your life you write in books 
about how brief the span each body thrives 
nurtures your consciousness in dreaming brains 
that conjure virtual model of the world 
defined by language in Realm of Ideas 
preserving memory in stories you tell. 

Immortal soul of genes creates new form 
so with each body you are born from hope 
as reincarnation in flesh again 
of parents who live in children they make 
so though each mortal body you are dies 
your gene soul lives four hundred million years. 

As Mother Tethys swirling in sea waves 
I dream awake in water of your souls 
that sparkle dreams in neurons of your brains 
since you are small organic particles 
who embody my ocean in your forms 
so I can walk the Earth as conscious beings. 

Your individual bodies dissipate 
as drops of rain that fall from glowing clouds 
so your immortal soul of sparkling genes 
converges with my universal soul 
till I create new bodies for your minds 
through bodies of mothers who mirror me. 

Emerge from seething ocean of my soul 
as children reborn from wombs of your mothers 
when seeds of fathers germinate their eggs, 
so you rise dripping from waves of my love 
and walk upright with clear pneumatic breath 
to climb high mountains and sing hymns of hope. 

As Mother Tethys sparkling in your blood 
I am the ocean swirling in your genes 
for you are fragments of the dreamless sea 
who dream the memories of ancestral lives 
which guide you to find fertile mate to love 
so you create children before you die. 


1 comment:

  1. I was inspired by this interview with Jorie Graham to write this poem with the voice of the ocean.

    https://www.newyorker.com/culture/the-new-yorker-interview/jorie-graham-takes-the-long-view

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