Motherhood and Love
unheard feeling of mothers' love
Meaning of cry that's gives a life,
Never meant life as this beautiful life,
Mother sheds all the self-long treasures,
The life that makes her stronger even better,
The body she tears and bones she breaks,
That marks the journey of mother on tracks,
Self within self with divine shed,
Love beyond self with ready to feed,
How great the venture of love to grow,
That Love to keep and love to grow,
Pure affection and endless submission,
Ready already to bow down for confession,
Her wishes and prayers, who grows inside,
May have the long life with no single tears,
Oh, love forever meant who to favor!
Is you the mother with pure love ever?
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli4 days ago in Poets
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