I Am Always with The Mother

I am always with the Mother.

I am always within Her sight.

I stay inside Her hovel.

I pray with Her at night.

Once, at my most fatigued,

I heard Her company loudest;

My strange sorrow replaced

From a lonely wailing howl.

 

An angel, whom Mother

Sent and assigned to me before,

Re-concentrated me

To my childhood visions,

And to loving my own soul.

As a woman, a woman, the question

Came to one of being whole.

 

In the resting year, new melody

Was bestowed upon my ear

And its music changed my life.

It sang from a celestial origin,

And encouraged me to write.

 

Substantive wisp! Muse celestine!

This vision of Her Angels

Would wake me again,

When I was 19.

I remember that  fatigued and failed  year,

Walking on the wire, that the muse inspired

When she said to me,

To let shine my Authenticity.

 

All the while, burning with fire,

Soothed when I was tired,

By the chorus and the dance;

With Mother’s given melodies,

Chords of Childhood memories,

Angelic singing voices 

And transcendent chants.

 

Grounded by it suddenly.

My healing meant to last–

This Heavenly choir that first existed

In silent heavenly trance.

 

All the while,

Mother and I have been learning to dance.