I know you came peering through the window this morning,
taking out the wooden language of life from my heart
and giving it a pious glory, that of the sun of a matriarch
The stars that never collide but merge like luminescent
intellects that converse with each other. What we need is
simple wisdom within the walls of complexities we unravel in life.
That you taught me wholesomely! I am just a bird that never
jumped out of your nest, but flew every realm in your
umbrage. Is this the forest of the day that beckons on its wings …
a fairy Godmother that leads by example, that we may be by the
need of the day not the over-aspiration of greed? For this is the idea
of both God and Mother-head – the little wanting. Solitudinal contemplation
is a mirror of inner peace in times of war-torn emotions. Difficulty is
like a street we walk on to fall time and again, and pick ourselves up
with rectitude. The challenge is to keep moving on, without being bought
at the street-side stores! I know you came peering through the windows
this morning because you didn’t want me to feel enervated by the humdrum.
We can learn to be brave without being taught how. It is an inspirational
amazement! When you, in the darkness of predicament become the object
of phosphorescence. I imagine a cloud over the horizon, with there always
being a light behind it. Even if it is sundown, I know there is an unbattered battery
that floats through the home of my soul! And how wonderful is the magnificence
that epitomises feminine matriarchy! O mother, womanhood…the archetype!
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