A poem for Mother

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I have walked through darkness, Mother.

I was in a prison

one wall made of abuse

another out of abandonment

the third a wall of silence

and the last I built on my own: isolation.

Anxiety, a ceiling, pressed down on me,

And my floor was held up by illusion.

Mother, I felt so alone I was sure no one noticed.

 

Quietly, slowly, light came in

Through cracks in the walls,

Through mouldings in the ceiling,

Until a shining light burst through and I saw You.

 

And with your open arms, you embraced me,

And one last time, that darkness came rushing forward,

And spilled out my eyes in a torrent of tears,

And I heard myself laughing, and you were laughing,

Because all that is left is joy and darkness can't touch me.

 

My personal Savior.

My spiritual Teacher.

My leader, my guru, my guide.

My Mother, I love you.

 

 

"A real yogi is one who can maintain a peaceful mind in the midst of any

crisis." - Mata Amritanandamayi Devi

 

 

 

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