Prelude

Rendezvous

Mother! Hold on to me!

I know you saw me coming
while I

drifted along streams, rivers, seas
     clinging to retreating shores

grabbed the branches in torrent,
     to be shaken off while climbing to nestle under canopy

rode currents of applause and sank in reprobation

peeled myself off to wrap around displeasure
      and unravel to non-existence

You had me see the bright hole
and shed off the layers
to glide through.

Divine Consciousness

The Mother’s Portrait

The imprint of the cosmos is on my wall:

how generous to fold in Herself
vibrations infinite,
and adorn the space
like the sky brimming a speck

to present Her consciousness as an anchorage,
waiting to let us
into Her kind irides.

Exhilaration

Mother! May the sight of you be too powerful for my languor

and supple   

like the water to the wind, the sprout to the sun

promising infallibility of delight
in a child’s eyes
settling on wonder.

Pride

Mother! Burn out the pride and quieten self-approbation
opening me like a willing cloud
channeling sunbeams out
refraining from circulation
its role in the passage.