The Mother

‘The Mother’

When light pierces the shell,
what follows– folds and weaves
into a fabric of embrace.
Open arms peel back layers
of suffering, converting
the ignorance of fear
into the innocence of love;
melting away the absence of
light, into a crisp flash
of soft focus, transforming
a personal death,
to bathe just One being
in a world of rebirth.
When the mother sees us
and we alone see the mother,
her Love becomes the gravity
that we burn away in, until
nothing but ripened flowers,
resonating in pure bliss,
dance freely upon
her fertile soil.