Mother, I Am Awake Within You

What is the way and how shall we know it?

Are we doing anything except wandering?

How large are the circles of our journey?

Can you see my face through the glass?

Slowly everything unravels and what

Is unraveled is then revealed.

I do not wish to hide yet

Even part of ourselves

Remains hidden from

Conscious memory.

I have wandered endlessly in circles of

Mine own making. The path is worn well

Into the dirt. What discovery is to be made

From this place of known steps? How deeply

Must I look into the beatings of my heart? The

Home of my life and the life of my body all reside

Within this place. I am pleased and disappointed in how

All of this has come to be. How am I to deal with the ache

I feel at what has not been achieved? How much farther must

I push? What is there to push still at this point? What dawn have

We been waiting for?

Mother

She kept her words to herself
Because she could picture
No one better to keep them
Words grow stronger and bolder
Within her and soon
They begin to gather on her
Fingers and tongue
Grew impatient
                          and knew that soon enough
They would escape
                          and see the world
                          and meet other words
                          and ultimately
They would leave their Mother behind
So it was

If the wind is my Father and 
The ocean is my Mother,
What am I?

A Mother is the beginning of your world

and for a time

is your whole world. 

Lens

We are part of the lens

through which nature

views Herself.