Oh Mother of Mothers
Cracked fruit in the sky of skies
Let the rain fall upwards
Let the rain rise from your skin
Return the tides and spread light upon the final moon
Let each planet sing in multifarious colors
Ribbons of immensity and elastic like the touch of silver horses’ tongues
Propel towards the light swiftly and reverse
Light up the sky with your Mother Energy
Return the tides and rise to the final star
Reverse the lightning and ride your perfectness
Through the atmosphere and heavens eternal
– R.M., May 5, 2013
This music was made two weeks after the passing of my dear Mother, Kathleen Palma Barbara Curach Mazurek.
I have never witnessed such an intimate and emotional situation in my life (diagnosed with Stage Four cancer and gone 11 days later) and the profoundness of the event still has me reeling with a sense of wonderment, bereavement and, once again, the realization that in fact I know nothing about anything. I was brought up Catholic and, soon after my official release into the world at the age of 18, began an intense study of Buddhism and various other religious, philosophical, political and poetic dogmas and non-dogmas. I have always thought of the idea of passing as a beautiful thing, in which the soul or life force of the individual is somehow transferred to the immensity and brilliance of the entirety. The idea of Heaven and Hell (and everything inbetween) has always been a hallmark within the limited spectrum of what we humans can come up with and the idea of God or Gods has, for some, been an interesting way of putting a life and circumstances into some kind of mysterious belief system that can at times be fed off of and at times be fed to. My Mother was a kind of spiritual being that would drink her cup of green tea every morning, marvel at the birds flying through the backyard and bestow upon you, slowly and quietly, the beauty and virtues of life. Sometimes you would not even notice it happening. I notice this now and think about it often. One of the very last things she said to me was that no matter where she was in the universe and wherever I was, she would always hear me. This gave her peace and myself as well. We played this music with as much spiritual and emotional energy as I have witnessed in a situation, and we channeled the Mother Energy through it—towards the safe travel and passage to wherever my Mother might be going and, as my tears (our tears) fell after the last voice is heard in this suite of sound, the life force that is forever hers spoke silently and gently towards a new beginning that is not far off for any of us.