C'mon Lets Go: Diana Cazadora Cueztpallinditaztlan Rumbos

It rained so spectacularly
I am left in awe again at laws of nature
It says c'mon lets go
No stopping it
It has no time for skittish fools.
That think only of themselves.
The lightning people strike.
The thunder beings stomp.
The earth reacts with growth
And finally the rain to wash 
away the weird.

Sretch.

Diana Cazadora Cueztpallinditaztlan Rumbos

: ☆ How Spirit Brings The Rain In Her Jingle Dress. Diana Lucas--joe

Its all wonderfilled now, even in this morning..the fantastic lightning storms made for an energy to help us especially me to move on to the next moon phase where momma is vested by all the elements now and shes with the all,and with the everything and the beautiful everywhere, in spirit.

That thunder shook every tree limb and every blade of grass..it woke me up at three-ish in the morning and I heard my mother whisper into my heart "you wanted rain baby here it is"..

I love you momma.

MEXICAN AND AMERICAN MOTHERS DAY AND THE FINAL AMALGAMATION Diana Lucas--joe

A great time is here

Thats why it snowed

Thats why the sky is great

Mark the Gregorian calendar

And the great Tonalamatl

Do not wonder too much anymore

It is the women winning

The grinder sings

The river rock sweats

Oh mother you went to mictlan

To bring the correct time

So that I should no longer wander

Mexican Mothers and the big border

American sisters got big

No more

How Heavy Does It Get? Diana Lucas--joe

I ask, because I had never lost mom before.

Because she told us this day would come and she said be ready.

She did not say it was this heavy.

Heavy to where it makes my head hang low.

To where I just want to suddenly fight for everything that makes no sense to the earth.

Like litter bugs and haters of trees.

I want to tell everyone to leave the clouds alone..don't make them ever go away.

I want the rain pure,because mom is part of it.

How heavy is this?

Its heavy because its the weight of the universe on my shoulders.

Its The rainbow bending me.

Its Spring forever.

How Heavy Does It Get?

Diana Lucas--joe

I ask, because I had never lost mom before.

Because she told us this day would come and she said be ready.

She did not say it was this heavy.

Heavy to where it makes my head hang low.

To where I just want to suddenly fight for everything that makes no sense to the earth.

Like litter bugs and haters of trees.

I want to tell everyone to leave the clouds alone..don't make them ever go away.

I want the rain pure,because mom is part of it.

How heavy is this?

Its heavy because its the weight of the universe on my shoulders.

Its The rainbow bending me.

Its Spring forever.

Oh! That Mama Died Before That Great Calendar Date. MOTHERS DAY DIANA LUCAS--JOE

I do not celebrate the holidays.

No I am not A Jehova Witness or

A Mormon or A plain and just Dumb.

None of that.

I just felt a long while back that love was every day.

Each morning when one awakens is a celebration.

Light candles!

Thank someone.

Hug a lot when possible.

Smile.

Announce the achievements!

Announce the deep seen gratitude.

Make amends with your soul first.

The universe begins to speak to you if you feel different.

If you recover from addiction thank your mother every chance you get.

If you have learned all that she wanted urgently for you to practice and you do practice it all..be humble!

Give thanks

Clean House

Help others.

Thank you mami.

THE POEM FOR MOMMA DIANA LUCAS--joe

That story that made you cry everytime you told it.
The one about how you got orphaned at age seven.
You saw your own mother die.
And how you missed her ever since.
How you quickly were borrowed out and became a servant for wicked relatives.
Who treated you bad.
Who made you a servant to their fair daughter( bastard bitch..i added this)..
And how your surviving father had become an alcoholic..
It hurt him you said, that his wife your mother, was gone.
So he took a new partner in the bottle forever.
Ay mi Chevo.
Eusebio Paz Bernal.
This poem is for you mami.
You deserve it.
You are precious hembra.
Oro molido.
Oro mio.
Oro del universo.
Adornate de oro mi reina.
Mi reina.
I like it now how I love that you became the light.
You became the four directions.
You are all the fires.
And now the earth again.
Momma how its all just and beautiful the way you always said it was.
You saw peace where there was torment.
You saw hope where there was uncertainty.
You said no coman ancias.
Do not despair.
Do not become impatient.
Be patient ay mas tiempo que vida.
You kept time like an elder should.
You showed me that indian way.
Pura india.
A secret between me and you.
All those lies they said..ha thats all they know how to do.
The liars.
You were the teacher of my lifeways.
I was so old when I detached because wasicu ways press hard and they make us seperate.
Now, we get the competition of who loved you more and who was there by you longest?!
Who gave you more, and who took less?
If they only knew those things never mattered to you.
Haha
"Lets laugh about nothing!"
"Vaamos mi Diana,ay que reirnos por nada!"
This poem goes on forever.
Its in the river until someone stops it from going on.
Tu sabes jefa.