If I am The Mother
then I am holy. Made of moonbeams and shadows, darkness and light, questioned and answered, lost and retrieved;
discovered remains
If I am The Mother
then I am a reflection, a depiction, an inflexion of a cosmos in bliss and chaos, birth and destitution; a primordial sound unleashed to form planet, life, and
you and me
If I am The Mother
then I am fermented in humanity, and sour the illusions of precipices we’re told that
we cannot cross
Cross the trinity of three’s and return to
the magic of all
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