I found you
Sitting all alone
A white light
Of misery
A pile of confusion
The most complex
And beautiful
Architecture
Consciousness could dream up
crying
inside
With blame
And loss
Because your mother
Had forgotten you
Did she?
Or did her mother
Gift you
With an opportunity
To learn
Compassion
To learn
That feeling alone
Is OK
To Learn
That we are both
Alone, and infinitely
Connected
Always
And to learn
That yes
You will die
But
You’re not dead yet
No, you are not dead yet…
You are the most creative
Art form
A living dance of architecture
Brilliant white light
Emanating from both earth
And heaven
You are the swirling
Of Stardust
Inside pipes
Of love
You are the image of God
And the mirror of life
You are the Now
And the Then
The Here
And the There
You are Love
Incarnate
And….
It hurts
Sometimes
To be so powerful
To cary the knowledge
Of 10,000 Generations
That learned
Before you
Collaborators in your own
Infinitely amazing
Brilliant beaming
White-lighted
Architecture
Of Organic Nature
Yes, this is one way
We get to learn
About being separate
And about
Choosing
Unarmored Love
Instead
About growing up
About what it means to be
An Adult
A Custodian of
Future Generations
A responsible Human
Able to share
Their gifts of understanding
With new children
Of seemingly
Lost
Angels Crying
Weeping
For the
Apparent loss
Of their mother-protector
When in-fact
It was the finding
Of their Mother’s Mother
Of God
Of Her infinite wisdom
Courage
Beauty
Care
Play
Fun
And...
Ability
That they
Were
Gifted