Mother Mary’s Map

Mother Mary's Map

Most dawns when Mary felt a need to leave the safe place between the in-breath and the out-breath, one of three visitors presented: A shower of stars pirouetting behind the eyelids; gossamer notes threading the chakras, or prayer flags in mountain-ed tongues promising eternity. Today, only Others as her lids were lifted and she was pushed into the world.

Grand cartography, from her perch above the valley: 7 Billion Others stretched across the periphery and towards a pinched horizon.

Other countries, Other religions, Other sects, Other genders, and Other Others, all pulling the canvas towards Them and Theirs.

With each pull, Them and Theirs warmed under the reclaimed fabric, while the Newly Dislodged multiplied and schemed until they could pull the fabric back and become the new and improved Them and Theirs.

Breathing in, Mary guided the poets and mystics and artists and misfits to mend the weak spots in the fabric.

Breathing out, she let the Other-ing ripple from shore to shore under unconditional love.

And falling back into the valley between the in-breath and the out-breath, Mary smiled without Other, and waited for another dawn.