Love’s naked and bare Mother gives.
Still … life embodies hope within all.
We are beyond releasing comes.
The rise of the child learns wisdom’s ground.
Roots of parenting fall to the self; alone sometimes.
The supporting earth may rear tears by the shape-shift of tides.
Coming to question fall under storms’ under of want, need and survive.
The powers accountable-might to wake sleep through denial’s resist.
Survival is so frail against the eternal gift.
Go make love beforming realities choices.
Say ‘I am full of each breaths ending within the freed empty embrace’.
Dawns come to rise over the setting.
A flight to predate the heart fights off intelligent fears.
As all living fires cannot extinguish soul’s water flow.
As laughter returns to comic cosmic ashes
to learn; again; to play.
Alone each choice will be a becoming.
The fruits of independent truths are born.
As pairs share the root of harvesting the falls.
We ripen to enjoy peace freed here.
We are all naked as the womb is singing to seeds.
Ever are the songs oh so bare.
Our melodies of home grow from the wilds.
Impregnated eloquence forms.
The fears come to forgo remembering primal echoes that merge time.
Under the same sky that shelters what goes on and on alive.
The mortal flesh beings we are have no wings;
perchance we do fly
… earn our human essence to bespirit life.
As humility’s might sustains what we parent.
To shelter the world gives us our returning.
And within every return…
Our gratitude is constantly born into all chance life…
The challenges of being changeling’s love…
To evaporate equal our found and lost trials.
We are raised to be rains ever back …
To we face life and being over now…
So warmed under lessons of passage and the remains.
The whole truth lives burning.
Here to share.
Being for all humankind.
© 2008 C.C. Arshagra
Below the art that inspired this poem. “Mother and Child” by eric sheapard