It is an act of the lovely

to honour the mother

and wise

for all that you give to a woman

comes back multiplied

The tiny seed place her body

by her beloved

grows and grows

until a person appears

The invisible love

that she didn’t have before the child was real

grows and grows

for as long as that child lives and beyond

holding her in a love

that has no human words worthy enough to describe it

The Mother’s womb

is the mind cave of the Divine

being the oneness

making the unseen, seen

She is worthy of your workshop

in her moments of perfect love

and in her

flaws and scars,

gained

from being the human container of the Cosmic Secret

Treat Her well and who knows what vast

universes will be revealed !

for She is born of the womb and remains with the womb

Her dance with mystery is unbroken ……

although her bleeding power

keeps all well hidden

hiding from this world who would

call her sinner

for daring to know

the place from which she came

the ecstasy of life’s passage

from formless to form

She lives in all the Men and the Woman

all the boys and the girls

for they came through Her

so indeed they have the mystery

within in them

in fact

they are the mystery themselves

so dear friends

dance your mystery

The Mother lives in EVERYONE

SHE IS THE PRIMORDIAL EVENT

WE ARE ALL INSTRUMENTS

FOR HER CREATIVE BEAUTY AND LOVE

look inside and honour

the mother that lives in you

and begin to walk in your garden of mystery and love

pulling each weed, where love is doubted

with the tender hands of a mother

caressing her wounded child

Victory to you ,Victory to us, Victory to Her …..

Victory to you, Victory to us, Victory to Her stardust of Love