Great Mother

 

 

I am the one who receives the sky & its thunderous rain. The hand that reaches out to help you maintain, balance. I am in-between the seen & unseen. I give birth to all living things. Smooth as chartreuse waters; I provide sustenance to your Great big Father. I am the Light hand that shows you the way, just as the stars give the night a reason to stay. I see you in my womb. There you grow as flowers bloom.

Homeless Smile

 When I see you smiling . . .

You can smile?

How do you smile?

Where does your smile live?

How can I imitate that natural light?

You have nothing, but you still don't cry?

That is wisdom, in your smile.

Here, hold my hand.

In your smile, my heart still stands.

Take me to that promised land--that you gleam of without force . . .

Whose your supplier and its source?

Do they provide for free or in bulk?

My shopping cart is in overload.

I want to memorize the history of your smile.

Pledge allegiance to its crease.

Made me forget the dirty street, you stand on and have made a home--out of nothing.

Yeah.

But, your smile says more . . .

                 It says, "No

I am rich with wealth, don't you know?

The Sun woke up and said Hello!"