Goddess Kaddish: dedicated to Greta Thunberg a faithful Kaddishim

Goddess Kaddish: dedicated to Greta Thunberg a faithful Kaddishim

I can hear my mother call; can you hear your mother call?
The Mothers who have chosen to give birth
And The Mothers who have chosen not to

Can we let our Mothers choose 
While also choosing our Mothers?

Fetal heartbeat laws
Alabama, Georgia, Ohio, and Louisiana
Restrictive American meccas 
Using 21st century trick-nology to make medieval decisions.

The heartless say they hear a heartbeat
Could the Religious Right
Be religiously wrong?

Macrocosmic microcosmic contradictions
We use laws to remove choice from Mothers
While refusing to enact laws to protect Mother Earth 

Leave the seamless webs to Mother Ariadne
Because when we weave
our webs are frayed 
And misshapen 

And Mother knows best

To She whose name means: 
The Mother of all Living
Who continues to get a bad rap

To the serpent encircling the egg of creation who waits patiently for our realization.

ॐसंसरस्वत्यैनमः॥
Auṃ saṃ Sarasvatyai namaḥ॥
Hail to Thee oh Source of all Wisdom

May Her great Name grow exalted and sanctified

ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace

In the world that She created as She willed
May Her sovereignty prevail in your lifetimes and in your days, 
And in the lifetimes of the entire world family
Swiftly and soon. 
Now say: 

ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace

May her Names be blessed forever and ever

I can hear my mother call; can you hear your mother call?

But no science applying to Mother Earth.
Why listen to climate science when you can just guess?

Black milk from the breast of mother earth 
 she nurses us patiently
But will we ever be weaned?

To Greta Thunberg who sees her long body already perceiving herself
As mother 
As crone 
As ancestor

Sixteen year old Tetragrammaton 
She is three in one and one in three 
And speaks as the mystical fourth
Obsessively and compulsively seeing the world in Black and White
So that it may stay forever Green

The celebration of the earth needs more then a single day
One million species at risk of extinction in the next twenty years

The greatest threat to biodiversity

U.S.

(We see you, Monsanto) 

Can we collectively reassemble this shattered vessel while there is still time

tikkun olam:
Goddess will only come to earth when she is no longer needed.

All poets have selective mutism and speak only when necessary
And this is one of those times
Oh sing, Greta 
Sing you faithful kaddishim
Your skin, bone, and heretic’s heart be your authority.

ॐश्रींलक्ष्म्यैनामः॥
Auṃ srīṃ Lakṣhmyai namaḥ॥
Hail to Thee Oh Source of all riches

Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled,
Mighty, upraised, and lauded be the Name The Triple Goddess
Blessed is She.
Beyond any blessing and song, 
Beyond any praise and consolation that are uttered in the world.
Now say:

ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace

May Her Name be blessed forever and ever

I can hear my mother call; can you hear your mother call?
To the earth mothers through whose hands the Goddess feeds
Can you see her hands in all hands hands?
Making a chapati
Or a flour tortilla
A loaf of bread 
Injera 
Sweet potato flat bread
Or offering fermented cabbage and a single bowl of rice

ॐक्रींकाल्यैनम:॥
Auṃ krīṃ kālyai namaḥ॥
Hail to She who takes away the darkness 

Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled,
Mighty, upraised, and lauded be the Name 
Of She who governs the fullness of time
Blessed is She
Blessed beyond any blessing and song, 
Beyond any praise and consolation that are uttered in the world. 
Now say: 

ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace

To the Virgin
To the Naiad 
To the Crone
In her fear inducing 
And beneficent forms
Can you see her vigorously pointing 
Spanking your bare bottom
Or using a shoe like a boomerang

(Boy! I brought you into this world and I can take you out, too)

To the Angels in suffragette white raising the roof in Congress; 
The workers striking and singing Bread and Roses
The burnt wreckage of our lady in Paris 
The Black meteoric stone in Mecca encased in Vaginal shaped silver 
We all come from The Mother and unto Her we shall return

ॐह्रींश्रीं  दुं दुर्गायैनमः॥
Auṃ hrīṃ srīṃ duṃ durgāyai namaḥ॥
Hail to She who is difficult to approach
Grantor of Increase
Who Removes all Difficulties

May there be abundant peace from Heaven 
And life upon us and upon all the world
Now say:

ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace

I can hear my mother call. Can you hear your mother call?

To the Southern Black Women in a galvanized steel tub
Who laundry danced so that I could fly
Oh mother I would kiss those soapy feet if I could

To the German char woman who could
butcher
cook
and eat 
every single part of a pig
“Brains is good waste not want not”
she would say

Three boxes of detergent in her cupboard at all times 
When one was empty 
Time to buy a replacement box

To Sister mothers who held my hand while mama died
She who habitually stole the last crispy perfect french fry 
From my dinner plate

From womb to tomb
Womb to tomb 
again and again
be they 
Stellar
Aqueous 
Or Earthly dust

We all come from The Mother and unto Her we shall return

She who makes peace in Her heights, may She make peace, 
Upon us and upon all the world
Now say:

ॐशान्ति: शान्ति: शान्ति:॥
Oṃ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ śhāntiḥ॥
Amen Peace, Peace, Peace

Mother you are full of grace
And blessed are we the fruit of Your womb
Bless us now and in the hour of our deaths and rebirths

(Photo Credit: Hanna Franzen / Reuters / New Scientist)

About Heidi Lindemann Michael Perry

Heidi Lindemann and Michael Perry are Washington, DC, based activists. Together, they have taught meditation and Kriya Yoga at the Jung Society of Washington, DC, the Theosophical Society of DC and at the Kanyakumari Yoga and Ayurvedic Wellness Center in Milwaukee, WI.