Divine Mother

The mother gives

The gift, the life, the energy.

She is

In the shape of

The mother beyond the world,

Who breathes life

Into existence.

The mother is deity in earthly form,

No less than God

But no more than the mothers

In time, who populate the ages,

And bring new life

Time and time again.

They are her

As she is them.

In their hearts

They know her

Although not all resonate

With her full magnitude.

When she gives

The world is more

For she is the blood in the veins

And breath coming freely,

Filling the lungs,

And elevating the body

And the mind

With the gift of Source

Given infinitely

As a stream of love without end.

Only In Love

When we are not love

We are but the echo of the past

Thrown into the future,

For as we were made

So shall we make the world.

Only in love

Are we exposed,

Waking from the dream

Of happening without volition,

Happening without choice or will.

Only in love

Can we see the bones

Of being,

And choose,

Choose our way through.

Love Is

Love is movement,

A gift,

Unowned

Yet given.

You can not hold it

Only ask

Or make a beautiful wish

Or speak a prayer

To expand and broaden the world.

It is not yours

But you may use it,

Feel the expansion

As it flows away,

Your life acknowledged

As it leaves,

Yourself made Infinitely fertile.

For as it is given

The well refills

The source expands

And you are changed,

Lighter for the affirmation,

Joyous because you are more,

Loving because you gave it all away.

Love’s Essential Spirit

Gentle, gentle, gentle light

You are the mother’s smile

Upon the newborn child,

A gift

In loving wonderment.

And who upon the earth

Is not lifted by this?

Whose heart is not afloat

Despite the wretched mires

Of fearful belief?

Whose heart does not beat

In time with this deeper song?

Thank you for this gentle light

Bathing both body and mind,

Infusing the raw matter

With the seed of life

And holding the heart aloft

In its rightful place,

In love’s essential spirit.

In Your Subtle Magic

In your subtle magic

I feel the breeze of God

Blow fresh upon my face,

As though my heart were dipped in you

And open to receive

The gift of love

In its dreamy magnitude.

Oh, but this is just poetry

And the facts of your warm breath

Are the melting

In the melting,

The dissolution of the self

As one salt drop becomes the sea,

Where worry is made redundant

By the loving,

And fears

Are turned to whispered nothings,

And the heart reins full

And beautiful,

Seeing beyond the body’s boundaries,

Smiling upon the mind

And the thoughts

And the self importance,

Utterly disintegrated.

Where Else?

What is there to discover

Beyond the warm heart?

What need is there

That the warm heart cannot vanquish?

I would settle here,

In the valley of green possibility

Where dreams manifest

In the twinkling of a joyful eye.

I would rest awhile,

Sit quietly on a rock

And watch the day unfold,

Listening to the silence and the twittering birds.

For the day is as broad as being

And warm on my upturned face,

My eyelids resting comfortably closed.

And I can hardly discern

If it’s the sun’s touch

That so warms,

Or some inward principle

At the centre of me.